Ok, not puking sick, but feverish.
Seth is a wonderfully cheerful child, even when he's not feeling well.
And he only touched the Christmas tree ONCE - when I told him that we don't touch the pretty tree, he stopped.
Happy. Busy. Normal. I remember what taking care of a normal child was, way back when.
I missed a lot of that with The Boy, who is decidedly not normal. And I worked, so I wasn't with him all day.
I missed normal.a.lot.
Starting in July, my new job will be watching Seth (and any future siblings) full-time.
I get to be a SAHG - Stay at home grandmother.
I can't wait. I'm overdue for an abundance of normal.