I still can't believe the weekend is almost here. It's amazing how I can wake up each morning with a plan, a to-do list, and yet only 1/8th of it gets accomplished before I find myself tucked into bed again for the night. Funny how life gets in the way of our structured lists. I'm constantly learning to lessen my grip and let the day figure itself out along the way. Laundry still gets done, we still eat, phone calls still get made, but we have freedom to move about. And I know it's true, that we are happier this way. Happy when we can read just one book more after we've already finished seven, or scramble to get our coats and boots on and run out the front door to take a walk when we see the sun peeking out through the clouds. And happy still when our day is completely upended and nothing from our usual schedule occurs.
Tuesday morning Jeremy woke up with a stuffy nose and groggy voice telling me he was going to work from home that morning. This was very fortunate for me because I woke up with a pinched nerve in my neck and couldn't get out of bed. So being the amazing and wonderful man he is, he dragged himself out of bed, tissue in hand, and got the boys dressed and downstairs to start the morning. I stayed in bed most of the day and the boys wandered up and down the stairs to spend time with both of us. We decided the only prudent thing to do was to declare it a movie day, so we snuggled in and watched a documentary called The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill (from Netflix). We loved everything about it.
After my day in bed I figured I should make the most of what was left of the week and decided it was time to paint. The kitchen is finally back to her old self.... dill pickle green... and I was able to hang my $3 thrift store find next to the window to hold some garlic, chicken eggs (did you know fresh eggs don't have to be refrigerated?) and washcloths. I'm feeling a little more put together again.
Sawyer was in a rare mood this morning and stood still to let me take some pictures. He has grown up over night and he seems way more two than one lately. He's almost 22 months now so two really isn't so far away.
And Ian who is FULL of personality and opinion these days told me he couldn't smile for the camera because he was a robot and "mom...robots don't smile".
Have a wonderful weekend!
4 comments:
Re: eggs. They don't sell them in the refrigerated section here in France, just in an aisle on the shelves next to the milk. Yes, I said milk. It's pretty hard to find fresh milk here, but I suppose you get used to it. And, getting back to the eggs, they are all brown-shelled - no white ones to be found!
Ok...lots to say...LOL
1st...the boys are gorgeous! Getting so big, so quick...thank you for always updating pics of them.
2nd...I love that green color. :D
3rd...beautiful basket! Don't you just love a good find.
4th....very cute parrots. That looked like a good movie to watch with the kids.;)
5th...WAAAAAAAHHH? ;P I did not know that eggs can be room temperature. Why do they always have them in the cooler then? Isn't that a waste for them to pay for cooling an item that can be stored elsewhere?!?!
My Nanny used to say that you learn something new everyday...and she was right. :D Thank you for that interesting info.
Hoping this finds your neck feeling better. Much love. Have a great weekend!
Hello Andrea, Sawyer is getting so big! I love your hanging basket. Looking forward to Friday. Love, Karli
It's true. Robot's can't smile. Love all the fun things you've been working on!
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