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love thursday
I'm home in bed with the stomach flu today. One emotional funk down, one physical one to go. But in the midst of it all; the dirty house, the laundry, the overdue emails, the piles of papers threatening to eat my family alive . . . my kids can always make me laugh. Always.
When we were in Amarillo, my sister, Barrett, bought Ellen some Burt's Bees lip balm. Earlier this week, she was reading the label and her face got all twisted. She made a terrible face and said, "Mom, this stuff has beeswax in it. That's so gross." I said, "Gross? Why? It's great." She replied, "I don't know. I may not be able to use it anymore. I can't imagine how people put their fingers in those tiny little bee ears."
Then, last night, Charlie is sitting on the potty, explaining to me why he likes to tee-tee in the potty and poo-poo in a diaper (yes, we're in that stage). In my most encouraging tone, I said, "Let's sit here a little longer, OK?" He sat back on his Diego potty seat and put his foot in my face. "Smell it. Smell my foot, mama!" I asked, "Why Charlie? Why do you want mommy to smell your foot?" Charlie looked at me and explained, "All my poo-poo is down in this foot. It's not going to come out now. Smell and see."
Ellen's lips weren't the only thing parched by the dry Amarillo wind. We both came home with really dry skin. Ellen said that her legs were itching and she needed some special lotion (that's our slang for hydrocortisone). When I asked her where she was itching, she pointed to that weird area behind your knee and said, "Right here. In my kneepit." Honestly, I think that kneepit is totally brilliant. That's exactly what it is.
So this Love Thursday, I'm grateful that my kids are coming to my rescue with beeswax, poop foots and kneepits!
bag art by Ellen!
Brené Brown
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may you... have a speedy recovery... not have to smell anymore poop feet... know how hard you just made me laugh!
Sending you some cyber chicken soup and cyber hugs.
Hope you feel better soon and can catch up bit by bit without it being too stressful. If it gets bad, just think, you could be the one having to put your fingers into the bee's ears!
In case you are wondering who I am...I just met you over Thanksgiving at the SA Zoo--I swam with Steve in high school. I came across your blog via Jen A.'s blog. Small world.
Anyway,I'm going to start using "kneepit." It's perfect!--And funny!