I want to remember... how much the kids love it when I throw their sheets “overboard” from the second story. They try to catch them, but end up all tangled up underneath. Thank goodness for their laughter and happy squeals or I’d be a little worried!
I want to remember… how every time we wash the boys’ sheets, they choose which bunk they want to move to. This time around, M is moving down to the bottom and the other two boys are back on top. I’m sure it won’t always be this way, but musical bunkbeds is working for us right now.
I want to remember… poor J’s legs after exploring in the woods with his friends during our playdate on Monday. He is all eaten up and says, “Oh mama, they are SO itchy!” I had to cut off the Band-Aids at six.
I want to remember… how much time I spend in the laundry room. While I’m so grateful to have a room at all, I’m feeling the need to make the space work better for us. My brain was buzzing today as I worked.
I want to remember… that we’re on day three of solid Playdough playing. All four of the kids have taken a turn at the table, adding in their “guys” and pretending all sorts of adventures. I think I have swept the floor at least ten times today, but worth it.
I want to remember… big squeezes around the neck from my best girl.
I want to remember… following Mark’s flight as he flew home from California. He’s been on a business trip since Monday and we’ve all missed him so much. It’s been almost ten years of marriage and I still get butterflies anticipating his return. M made welcome home notes for the garage door.
I want to remember… the soothing sound of an evening rain storm. Thankful that we’re tucked safely in our home.
