Back in high school when we were learning about Mark Twain I remember him saying something to the effect of that when you have lots of children your love gets divided between them and somehow you have less love to go around because there are more people (he was a lot more eloquent than that though). Even though I knew it didn’t work like that, it was hard to imagine how exactly it would be. Would it be too much to handle for me? I figured God gave me Ahnna because he knew I was a pansy that still wanted to be a mother of as many as Nathan will let me get away with so he figured he would start us off easy.
Now that Isaac is here its not that I have to “divide” love between them like I only have so much to go around, its more like my capacity for love grew. It grew in a way I totally did not expect either. I love having two kids!! I LOVE having a little baby again. I thought that it might feel like I had to start all over like having to read a long book over again but no, its like reading my favorite book over again and having it just different enough to enjoy it like the first time. I love soaking in the moments with my new little one since I understand a little better how short this time is. It’s strange I know but when I get up with him in the night it feels like a pleasure. I forgot that I enjoyed that time with Ahnna too. Its only when they get older and really can sleep through the night but for some reason won’t that I start to get irritated with it. I appreciate Ahnna more lately too. Even though she is in a slightly more frustrating age it is easier for me to see that she is also not this young for very long either and I can enjoy my time with her more.
Yes I am exhausted and I want to be in bed as early as I can every night because I feel like I’m going to fall asleep standing up but its a good I-feel-like-I’ve-accomplished-something tired.
So today when I was coming into the house I noticed something I hadn’t noticed at all before. It was large, gray and round. It was also full of buzzing and connected to the bottom of the deck. I could see little yellow jackets moving inside and I was a little spooked. There were several other little nests around it. It explained why there were so many yellow jackets that always come up through the cracks in the deck. Well, I being the smart one that I am, decided that I could take on this little infestation with no real problem. The yellow jackets on this side of the state are relatively docile and I’ve never been stung or bitten by one in the 20 years that we’ve been here, even with swatting and flicking. I got some small wooden sticks and knocked down the smaller ones leaving the grand daddy for last. Now during this time a couple of them did fly straight at me and one landed on my head but couldn’t bite through my hair. This would be enough I think for a smart and even normal person to leave them alone….but not me. No no. I knocked down the big one, at least part of it, and I saw the little bugger fly straight at my head and he got me. I wasn’t sure if I was more angry that he got me or more angry at myself for not using some common sense. Maybe both. I turned the hose on them little suckers and then went indoors to find some bee killer. Then I let them have it with that. I decided chemical warfare would take its toll and went backinside to watch them die slowly. I’m sadistic I know. In the end the yellow jackets died but they truly got a David like hit right on my forehead. Three cheers for them. Unlike the bible story however Goliath won the battle and the war. I guess I could have had a redneck moment had someone else been outside so I could say, “hey, watch this” (these of course being rednecks famous last words). Rednecks however don’t typically use chemicals to kill bees. Unless of course they were used in conjuction with fire and/or explosives. Don’t worry, the house is still one piece. Although the thought of burning those lil suckers did cross my mind.
