Laura over at the Hollywood Housewife has encouraged us all to document a day in the life. These days are busy, but oh so worth the effort of documenting.
The morning began with pre-dawn toddler cries that required a visit from mommy. The picture that goes here is a black square so you will just have to use your imagination. She settled back down, but momma didn't. Instead I enjoyed the quite time of feeling baby Julia kick around during what is often our only calm hour of the day.
This, however, was my daylight wake up call.
Not so bad, especially with his partner.
Who hopped right into daddy's empty spot since he is out of town.
Next up: coffee. I stink at making half a carafe of french press, but lack of self control means I really can only make what I should drink.
Then a bit of Bible, geography and sociology. Explaining the drug trade as it relates to Columbia, umm, was a bit out of my comfort zone.
Then onto the equator and Brazil.
Learning and working among distractions is a skill little sister is trying hard to help her brothers with, and more so now as she has given up her morning nap.
A break to play trains. This game always ends with a, "No Wydia!" from Colin.
And lest you think she always looks like a doll, girlfriend has had a seriously gross nose today and required several wipe-down tackles.
The kids ate lunch but I "forgot" so momma had some cereal while the boys handled the lunch dishes.
LJ now ask for "rock, rock, book" before nap time and bed time and over and over through the day. She is rarely refused.
2pm shower, because late is better than not at all.
Afternoon double duty: checking math work and conducting a reading lesson.
And when daddy is out of town my number one nighttime routine survival rule is to wear them out so they just fall into bed. To the park we went. We happen upon a whole group of friends, perfect.
Perhaps there was a Sonic stop on the way. It just seems wrong to drive by without stopping during happy hour. I mean they are practically giving slushies away.
Jason does not care for frozen pasta dinners, but I quite like them. So when he is out of town we often have some simple pasta out of a bag with plain pasta and cheese for the pickiest among us.
10 minutes and dinner is ready. Winning.
Our hardest working appliance. The dust buster. So many crumbs, all day, everyday.
Four clean kids, and two of them of their own ability. As long as they are reminded to use soap, and shampoo and a wash rag.
And the pull back shot of the bathtub. Everyone just drops their clothes, kind of as a border.
When I grow tired of kicking them aside, I will scoop them up and throw them in a basket. Maybe.
Before bed warm milk and "mimi" which means Mickey or Minnie, but is pretty darn cute.
We are in between chapter books, but the boys always approve of this bedtime story.
Probably, mostly because it says stupid.
And now Julia and I shall have dessert and watch Pride and Prejudice for the hundredth time while planning the library trip for tomorrow.
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