"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
Our day started like this:
Then it looked like this for a short time at the airport:
At first we looked like this on the plane:
Eventually it turned in to this (yahoo!!):
We even looked like this for a short, short time:
THEN we looked like this…..booooo:
We finally arrived and our day started to look like this:
Our day is ending like this:
I’m excited to see what we look like tomorrow.
Our evenings often revolve around the Two Little Bits that live with us and Barry and I have had our moments recently where we’ve just started cracking up at the two of them because they basically rule HBHQ nowadays.
We don’t mind. See yesterday’s post if you wonder why we’re fine with it this way.
I’m a Stay at Home Mom, which is really, really weird. Not weird in the sense that my life is oh-so-strange, but more weird in the sense that I no longer have a paycheck that appears in my bank account at the end of each month. Sure, we’re going to miss the big bucks that I was earning teaching and the option of buying things that we simply wanted and didn’t really need.
BUT,
because of the choice that we made for me to stay home, we’re getting more. More time together. More morning snoozes. More leisurely walks to work with Barry. More homemade, sit-down meals. More laughter. More goal setting. More mini-vacations. More intentional wants. More playtime. More grandparent visits. More evening strolls and game playing.
More.
I don’t consider myself a selfish person, but in this case I really, really want more of this.
Lots more.
We were out in the yard minding our own business, playing with the grass and wondering if the rain was coming back.
Suddenly Sydney launched herself off the back stoop, where she had been lazily watching us, and plopped herself down next to Maggie.
Since Maggie is almost an expert at sitting on her own, it seemed fitting that Syd felt the need to saddle up to the Cutie Patootie.
Naturally, if you’re a Pug and a tiny human that you are next to picks up a blade of grass, the only thing to do is to become instantly interested in said blade of grass.
Really, really interested.
Then, if you are a Pug and want to get a game going with an Expert Cutie Patootie, then start doing hot laps around her and see if she’ll catch on.
See what I have to deal with around here.
Jeesh.