Today was a great day, and this evening was very quintessential-Smoochy Family. We are a family of routines. Not so much schedules as a general sequence that adds order and purpose to our days. It wouldn't work for everyone, but it works for us. I see my day and my responsibilities with the house and kids in terms of shifts. There is the morning shift, with a focus on breakfast, cleaning, and laundry. The lunch shift, followed by a big break at nap-time, and then the big dinner push. The evening shift is always the hardest for me, and consequently usually the time I enjoy a cocktail. Luckily my husband is around, and shares in the load, so along the way we usually have a lot of fun as we cook the dinner, clean-up afterwards, and bathe the kiddos.
Tonight's dinner hour started with pizza-making and eating. (I made one with five cloves of minced garlic, red onion, hot banana peppers and pickled jalapenos...awesome!) Georgia was a big help.
After Georgia ate her dinner and Jacob was done looking at his, they went down to the play room while Smoochy and I had another slice and some big-people conversation. Soon I started hearing a ruckus. Upon inspection this is what I found:
Soon the chaos had found its way back upstairs, where Smoochy sternly suggested they go put there clothes back on because it's COLD! The children dutifully returned to the lower level of the house and all was quiet for a few minutes. Maybe too quiet. Soon the giggles began. As you can see, they were quite proud of their silliness.
I had started cleaning the kitchen when my little cross-dressers found their way back up to the main-level. We have been experiencing the most lovely Fall weather lately. Consequently we have been talking a great deal about the seasons. Just yesterday we took a walk in our back-woods and collected some treasures for our first-ever nature table.
(I'm probably a little too excited about this.)
So, I was especially delighted to point out SNOW to the little people! Our first snow had just began falling steadily and lightly blanketing the night. I wasn't expecting their squeals of delight or insistence on going outside. They were racing around the house chattering about snowmen and Santa. my refusal to let them out couldn't keep them from pulling on their gloves and hats. If I was a cooler mom, I probably would have taken them out to catch snowflakes on their tongues. But no, that would have been out of the routine. ;-) Now they are in thew tub with daddy and I get to tell you about how cute they are. And TOMORROW we will play in the snow.
Sweet dreams everyone.
