I found Owen's little brown slipper in the bottom of the dishwasher just a few moments ago. I had been searching for it earlier this evening. Never could I imagine I would find it there, as I was loading the dishwasher before heading to bed. Yet there it was. Small, soft and velvety, it fits in the palm of my hand. He grinned at me from his highchair (we keep odd hours, I know..) as he finished his late night snack. Now he is sleeping, as a snowstorm rages outside.
There is about 2 inches of snow on the ground outside. My two year old just came downstairs, sipping her apple juice, and threw up on me. Now I must put Rylan back to bed, with a towel and a pan. I'll get to rock her to sleep and listen to her soft breathing. I'll go to bed and snuggle up next to my husband to ward off the cold of the blizzard raging outside these walls.
