Sometime, Somewhere in this House ~ The Series

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Time for another stroll down memory lane.

My oldest, G, was not quite 3 years old when baby #4 was born.  He was a very, very busy and challenging boy and keeping  up with him alone was difficult, but factor in a set of one year old twins and a newborn and you’ve got a recipe for all sorts of disasters.

Being a sleep deprived, nursing mother, I stumbled around in a fog most days.  I really had no opportunity to take naps since G no longer did and he was bound to get into trouble if I tried to doze off.  I was envious of those mothers who could turn on a movie and snooze on the couch while junior soaked it in.  Most nights I slept in fits and starts in between nursing sessions and then would pass out hard in those early morning pre dawn hours.

One such morning I heard a strange noise from downstairs.  It was about 5 AM and the house was dark except for the faint light beginning to creep in.  I had no idea what I was going to find when I got to the bottom of those steps, but I can assure you that I would never have guessed in a million years.

See, my mother has a good friend who grows blueberries on her land and allows folks to come and pick them.  Well, my parents had recently brought us several gallons of these berries and we had divided them up in freezer bags.  The kids LOVED eating frozen blueberries and it was so nice to have them on hand.

So, this fine morning, G had decided that blueberries were calling his name.  He crept down the steps, opened the freezer door and pulled out a gallon size bag of blueberries.  Yum!

Well, here I come down those steps wondering what that rhythmic sound was…almost like someone jumping…what could it be?  I stopped on the landing where I could see into the family room and the back of the sofa and there was G jumping up and down on the couch.

Silly boy.  What could he be doing at 5 AM down here?  I took the last few steps, rounded the corner and there it was.

Have you ever seen that episode of I Love Lucy?  You know, the one where she and Ethel are stomping the big vats of grapes?  Yeahhhh.  You know where I’m going with this, don’t you?

G had dumped that entire bag of blueberries onto the sofa and was jumping up and down, up and down, squashing each one with glee and squirting their juices everywhere.

I was flabbergasted.

I was overwhelmed.

I was laughing and crying and so mad I could spit.

I was the mother of one hilarious, clever and crazy three year old boy, and the owner of a newly redecorated sofa.

***This is possibly my all time favorite G story.  Mostly because I am encouraged at just how far we have come!

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