There was something so perfect about last night. The ebb and flow of our cherished evenings, our family time with so much to accomplish in a short amount of time. And no one complains about the routine. One of the first cold fronts of the season rolled in, lows in the 20s and highs in the 40s. Soup on, Heat on and Fire in the fireplace crackling.
After a warm bubble bath and the facet making hearts in water, Diego was working on his homework at the kitchen table, and going over word meanings he had learned at school. Cari wanted her footed pjs, but instead I put on her flannel owls ones and then a belted handmade crochet sweater (that was mine when I was little) and she was happy. She loves wearing coats and layers of clothing, like a little princess.
There was such a sense of peace working together as a family unit, that I cannot but help be thankful for -the routine, the help that my hubby gives me daily with these little ones. Most of our evenings have been like this, we have been opening our home to have friends and family over and how it helps us to accomplish tasks together, to talk together and share at our table.
Diego asked at dinner time, “Mom, I have been telling my friends that in # of days we are going snowboarding, Are you telling your friends?” And I answered, “No, today I told all my friends, how great you did in your basketball game and truly how wonderful my boy is ;)!”
After dinner we ask C to give hugs and kisses to everyone before she goes to bed. I love to see her walk around the table and pucker her lips and squeeze her love ones. I take C upstairs to brush her teeth and she spits out the water after she rinses, it is really the cutest thing ever. I love that she asks “Orto Libro” Orto Libro” again and again. And I gladly rock her and read to her, over and over again. And when I put her in her crib, she rolls over and holds on to her glowworm and closes her eyes.
I sneak into D’s room to get my kisses and secretly put some chapstick on his lips from mine. And then the rest of the evening my hubby and I cuddled and watched the BCS game and talked about our days and as always our dreams. I drifted off at the very end and had to watch SportCenter to see Oregon's last TD.
This is a post for me to remember these nights, I want to remember our routine. Only because I wish I had more of these from when D was little.