Freezing rain today. I'm way too cold and I hate to wear socks so it's not a good combination to have. I'm ready for Spring to stay around for longer than a week. We had church at our house this morning. It was refreshing and surprisingly calm and Jack shared well. Once I heard him say under his breath as he was giving someone one of his toys..." it is always better to give it than to get it myself..." I'm not kidding. He really did. Freeze framed that one. Literally took a picture of that and tucked it under, "things that pay off when you repeat them 100 times a week". He then ofcourse leaned in to tell the visiting toddler that he could have the truck but could not have any of his donut. Baby steps. Lance and I tried to get a nap in downstairs but Jack decided that he wanted in on the group nap and started to crawl up and plant his bony little bottum in between us thus eliminating me as part of the "nap" as I begrudgingly fell down the side of the couch.
"okay guys...it's hide n' go seek time...who's comin?" he shouts. Oh my. I think to myself he could not be any cuter. uhhhh....buddy mommy and daddy are tired and we are trying to nap. Why don't you go back upstairs and try to sleep AGAIN. But he insists. "2 more minutes of just being in-between my mommy and daaaadddy." ok. 2 more minutes. which turned into 5 and then 10. Let's just say we all ended up playing hide n' go seek about 40 times this afternoon. And you'd think it would lose it's appeal when you run out of places to hide and always hide in the same 4 places... but no. It's as if it gets more hilarious each time. Kempis slept late til about 4- and as I'm nursing him he is saying "Da-Da...Da-Da..." No. I am not DaDa. I am MaMa....still working on that one. After all were nestled all snug in their beds...Lance and I dug into the brownies that I somehow snuck by Jack as they were cooking...and he made me some hot tea that as always ends up being "shared" tea. But I don't mind. I am always a bit sad as Sundays draw to a close. Even if it is freezing outside-- I love Sundays. It could be the tube of Cinnamon rolls made fresh by Pillsbury every Sunday morning to help jump start the day. Maybe I should just make more of those through out the week. In fact, I'm quite sure I definitely should. Regardless, I am a lucky girl to have been so blessed with such sweetness and love and innocence that unravels with each day. Contentment, although a choice, is quite a lovely gift.
