This morning Zach took the girls fishing. He was going to leave Anya with me because she threw up twice this morning and had a 105 fever yesterday when they checked at the pediatrician's. But as they were getting ready to leave this morning, Anya merrily obeyed when Daddy told everyone to get dressed (while Mia and Bree played in the toy room and needed to be asked a million times to go choose some clothes.) Then Anya came downstairs, found her sandals and waited happily while the other two got ready. When she found out she wasn't supposed to go, she crumbled, and we changed our minds pretty quick. If she's healthy enough to run around all morning with a smile on her face, she's probably okay to sit with a fishing pole.
They went up to Hoover reservoir and found a perfect spot with tons of little fish nearby. Mia's Barbie fishing pole did all the catching: four blue gills and a yellow perch. They threw back the blue gills, (apparently you're not supposed to keep them alive, and we didn't want to bother cleaning and eating them) and kept the perch thinking it could go in the spare tank for a while.
Mia called me from the car on their way home. (I didn't go- got the fever last night and still have the remaining sore throat and cough. Weird little virus.) I don't hear her little voice on the other end of the phone very often- I think the last time was while we were in Vegas. It sounded so small and exuberant! She was so excited about her accomplishments, she said she wanted to tell me right now, instead of waiting 'til they got home.
When they burst through the door, they were all talking to me at once. Bree was trying to get the words "Blue Gill" out, and Mia was repeating everything she'd said on the phone.
While they were jumping around telling me about their adventure, Zach was out getting the pool set up. It's one of those with the edge that stands on its own, and turned out to be too tall for them to get in and out. So he cut a little curve out so they could get in and out, and reinforced it with some rubber thing so they wouldn't cut themselves on the unfinished egde. As I write this, he's out getting our groceries for next week. He asked if I needed help getting the girls to bed, and I said no- I could get it. Kind of sad that that sending him to get groceries sounded like I was letting him off the hook, no?
He's been taking care of pretty much everything since we got back from our Vegas trip. I've been mostly immobile with a stupid back and messed up insides from carrying twins. I didn't realize that this pregnancy would start out the second trimester with the same discomfort level that ended the third trimester of the last pregnancy. This one kid just picked up where they left off! So chaos reigns at our house. But we're getting through it because of a wonderful father and husband who sacrifices not only any free time he might have had, but some studying time, too. His priorities are unquestionable: us, us, and us.
I'll have to admit, it's driving me nuts that I'm unable to run things my way. (If you want something done...) But he's even patient with me when I think things are going wrong.
I feel awful that his birthday and Father's Day both fall right smack in the middle of this crazy crunch time. He deserves so much more than we can give him right now! Time to get creative...