I rolled over in bed this morning to discover it was 8:33. (Well, the clock is around ten minutes fast. I never understand that - setting your clock fast to trick yourself to get up. I always know it's fast, and I compensate accordingly. Maybe Ryan forgets, and it helps him. I don't know.) Anyway, as I continued to stay in bed for another good 15 minutes, I knew it was going to be a good day. I went downstairs and ate an entire grapefruit before I heard all three of the kids waking up.
Ryan called soon after, and in a very chipper voice, I answered the phone (I knew it was him), "Good morning! It's a great day at the (our last name) house!" He was probably a little concerned, but really - a good night's sleep makes me very giddy. We accomplished a lot, and the kids didn't even watch t.v. all day. (edit: Tornado did watch an episode of "Word World" later when I was making supper.) This story is only significant if I point out one particular day last week. I was so tired because the kids woke up early (made worse because Dash has been in a bad habit lately of waking up in the middle of the night once or twice to tell us something...he's thirsty/has a mosquito bite/wants to go to the park tomorrow/whatever - it's like having to wake up to a nursing baby). I staggered down the stairs, flipped on PBS Kids, sleepily poured granola, raisins, and veggie booty on a plate and set it on the floor (like I was feeding the dog or something), then went back to bed. (I didn't fall asleep; I just had to have time to actually process...waking up.)
After breakfast, the kids used stickers, stamps, and crayons to decorate a birthday present I wrapped for cousin Winnie. Winnie, we know you are excited!
Next, we had a dance party. Here they are participating in "Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear" (turn around, touch the ground, etc.).
Ryan called soon after, and in a very chipper voice, I answered the phone (I knew it was him), "Good morning! It's a great day at the (our last name) house!" He was probably a little concerned, but really - a good night's sleep makes me very giddy. We accomplished a lot, and the kids didn't even watch t.v. all day. (edit: Tornado did watch an episode of "Word World" later when I was making supper.) This story is only significant if I point out one particular day last week. I was so tired because the kids woke up early (made worse because Dash has been in a bad habit lately of waking up in the middle of the night once or twice to tell us something...he's thirsty/has a mosquito bite/wants to go to the park tomorrow/whatever - it's like having to wake up to a nursing baby). I staggered down the stairs, flipped on PBS Kids, sleepily poured granola, raisins, and veggie booty on a plate and set it on the floor (like I was feeding the dog or something), then went back to bed. (I didn't fall asleep; I just had to have time to actually process...waking up.)
After breakfast, the kids used stickers, stamps, and crayons to decorate a birthday present I wrapped for cousin Winnie. Winnie, we know you are excited!
Next, we had a dance party. Here they are participating in "Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear" (turn around, touch the ground, etc.).
Lots of fun today with homemade play dough...I had it in my head to take it outside this time, but I somehow forgot that, and they made the usual mess. I'm not really sure how it spread from this small area to almost both rooms. Well - one of the only good things about having a concrete floor...you can't do anything to hurt it.
Her present is so big! What is it???
ReplyDeleteTell Dash and Sissy to get some pants on!