Someday my children will appreciate Saturday mornings. Right now 6:30 is sleeping in. Crazy people.
Having Beckham crawl in bed with me in the morning is like what I imagine it to be like when one is on drugs. I can’t get enough and it makes me so happy.
Laundry really never ends.
Grocery shopping alone feels productive.
Beckham’s face is the the most delicious thing in the world.
Having Dad sick on a Saturday is like a wasted Saturday. Major bummer.
Seneca can not talk quietly. I truly believe that she thinks everything she has to say is so dang important, that it needs to be loud. She is animated- her eyes, her whole face, her hands… they all talk when she has something to say.
Cooper is going through a phase. At least that’s what I tell myself. He has long stretches of the day when he is super silly, and it is contagious. It is fun to see them all happy together, but when it’s bedtime, it’s bedtime and it needs to stop. We’re working on that part. At least he saves it for home. I tell myself that’s a good thing too.
We saw some Native dancing last night and my kids loved it. They were enthralled with the drums, the fast footwork and the costumes. It was fun to see them totally engaged in that cultural activity. It is nice that they are old enough that it doesn’t stress me out to do stuff like that with them. We went to eat the night before, just the 4 of us, and it was the same way- they are old enough to handle themselves and be fun. I need to soak that up before there is another little body to think about.
There was dog talk around here a while ago. I stopped it in its tracks. But it’s back on my mind. Is it time?? That was rhetorical. Do not answer if you do not have something positive to say.