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Wednesday, August 1, 2007
A Tuesday Holiday
Yesterday morning the children and I abandoned schoolwork and chores to escape on a Tuesday Holiday. We had a fabulous time! We found an old country store with an old doctor's and pharmacist's office museum tucked inside. There were some beautiful things to enjoy and many questions to be asked by the children.
Even more than the museum and the store, we enjoyed their big, grassy, hilly front yard! The cool grass just invited us to take our shoes off.
Abigail and Ian so enjoyed running up and down the hill!
Abigail fell down the hill.
Ian fell up the hill.
There was a nice big tree that Miss Emily used to play peek-a-boo with Mommy.
Miss Abigail relaxed under the tree as well.
Mr. Ian decided to make a funny face at Mommy when she stood over to snap a picture and interrupted his cloud watching.
After leisurely enjoying our morning we left Patterson's Mill to search for some ice cream.
I really don't think we could have asked for a more enjoyable day!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Thunder Naps and Dashing Wicker Baskets
This afternoon after our shower, my Tommy allowed me to indulge in a quite nap. Miss Em was sleeping, the bigger two were resting, all was quiet. I sank into the plush covers and felt my head dip until it was cushioned to perfection. Ahh, my heart and mind relaxed on command as my body lead them to sleep. About fifteen minutes into my nap I not only heard but felt a loud boom, a tell tale sound that the threatening storm was indeed on it's way. After listening to be sure that the children were not frightened I allowed myself to enjoy the thought of a thunder nap. It had been so long since I'd enjoyed one. I sank even lower into my cushy covers and began to dream of more resonating thunder and the rhythmic pitter patter of rain that was sure to follow. Sighing at the wonderful indulgence I began to drift further into dream land when before my body was even awake it was being hauled by my mind out of bed, grabbing the wicker basket awaiting me at the end of the bed, and then dashing out of the house to gather the clothes off of the line.
The thunder was getting louder. The clouds were getting darker. The breeze was getting stronger. I could even smell the rain on it's way. Not wanting wrinkled clothes, I folded everything as quickly as I could then gently tossed them into the wicker basket at my feet. I felt like I was racing the storm.; As I neared the end of the line I felt for sure I was winning. All clothes neatly tucked away, the basket and I dashed back inside to greet giggling kiddos that had been enjoying the show through the window.
Two hours later the thunder is still making a spectacle of itself and still no rain!
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Early Morning Snuggles and Puppy Kisses
It's not often that I have the pleasure of waking my children up. They are usually stretching and peeking through groggy eyes around the same time I am. This morning though, we had to wake up earlier than usual and I was rewarded with extra early morning cuddles and kisses. My Ian, always the first up, got up on his own and waited in the hall to attack me with a good morning hug and kiss as I came out of the bathroom. Since the house was still quiet I allowed myself to be indulged by a nice long squeeze and cuddle on the couch with him prior to waking his sisters.
I then sat on Miss Abigail's bed trying to gently coax her out of her beloved dreamland. Before I was able to accomplish such a lofty task, across the room Miss Emily began to stretch and roll around prior to staggering to her still sleepy tiny feet.
I left the little sleeping beauty to her dreams for just a few more minutes while I held my Emily close. As always when she first wakes up, she was lovey dovey, and Momma was the fortunate recipient to countless open mouth kisses and neck cuddles, with a few whispered "uvayou's" (I love you's) .
With the time in mind, I forced myself to put my cuddle bug down to cuddle with her big brother while I set to waking the dreaming one. As I approached her bed, I was greeted with tiny licks on my toes by a three week old puppy that had recently learned how to escape his nursing box. I lifted the little pup and he nuzzled up close. Sitting on Abigailie's bed, I gently traced her sleep flushed cheek with the puppy's whiskers. The tiny pup began to lick her little cheek. Her eyes fluttered open- a bit confused, then when she saw the puppy in her bed her entire face lit up and it seemed that she'd never had happier surprise than being awakened by a puppy's kiss.
I then sat on Miss Abigail's bed trying to gently coax her out of her beloved dreamland. Before I was able to accomplish such a lofty task, across the room Miss Emily began to stretch and roll around prior to staggering to her still sleepy tiny feet.
I left the little sleeping beauty to her dreams for just a few more minutes while I held my Emily close. As always when she first wakes up, she was lovey dovey, and Momma was the fortunate recipient to countless open mouth kisses and neck cuddles, with a few whispered "uvayou's" (I love you's) .
With the time in mind, I forced myself to put my cuddle bug down to cuddle with her big brother while I set to waking the dreaming one. As I approached her bed, I was greeted with tiny licks on my toes by a three week old puppy that had recently learned how to escape his nursing box. I lifted the little pup and he nuzzled up close. Sitting on Abigailie's bed, I gently traced her sleep flushed cheek with the puppy's whiskers. The tiny pup began to lick her little cheek. Her eyes fluttered open- a bit confused, then when she saw the puppy in her bed her entire face lit up and it seemed that she'd never had happier surprise than being awakened by a puppy's kiss.
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