My favorite days of the week are Sunday and Monday. Does that make me weird? I love Sunday for the obvious: church, family, naps.
I love Monday because it is typically our slow day of the week. I get to play with the little kids in the morning while putting away laundry, we build legos and eat goldfish and crash cars and read books while PBS kids plays in the background. We sing songs and eat grilled cheeses and stay in our jammies for most of the day. We ride bikes and watch movies while Lily naps in the afternoon (today it was WALL-E), and sometimes I take them to the grocery store and attempt to get the fridge organized (but sometimes not). Then Bryan comes home (hallelujah!), usually right at the moment I am out of steam and then I make spaghetti--because Mondays are always our spaghetti day. Then I usually halfway pass out on the couch while Bryan wrestles with the kids because he's their favorite and I'm always a little zombie-ish around 7pm. In addition: tonight the boys discovered the the exhilarating game of throwing their toys at the spinning ceiling fan, so that was super fun, too. (I'm kind of kidding.)
Sometimes (okay usually) I feel that these little days are passing too fast and that I'm not soaking it in. I write this to tell my older self: YES, you had many quiet days with your children at home. Many days when you didn't get out of the house. And you DID (usually) enjoy it. It was sweet, and it was and fun!
Please note above photos: The boys holding their "kids" in their shirts while riding bikes. (Their "kids" are a teddy bear and an old beanie baby lion usually known as Bumblebee and Optimus.) Parker wanted everyone to know that this was Optimus's first time on a bike.
Also note: babies with straws kill me. Those pouty lips are the cutest and you just cannot argue it. Do not tell Lily she is not a grown up because she totally thinks she is, at least while she's carrying around anything with a straw stuck in it.
What a wonderful Monday!
