anatomy of a Saturday

Once upon a time we used to daydream about what it would be like when our children were old enough to fix themselves breakfast on Saturday morning. Would we ever sleep past 6:30 again? Would we wake up to sounds other than “Mommy, is it time to eat yet?” or “I can’t reach the poptarts!”

It’s funny, but the moment arrived without fanfare and suddenly I’m waking up to a quiet house, boys who fed themselves and legos already stacked on the coffee table. The older I get the more I learn to stop dreaming about the future and start dreaming about today. 

Tucker staying safely away from the footrace

happy bowl of oranges

Jackson’s ants making progress

the usual brotherly love

more boyish and less babyish every day

library visit to see if we missed any snake books

old fashioned book drop being shunned for the one that spits out a receipt

a much begged for visit to the pet shop

lunch and my forgotten tea cup

bath day

sympathy

afternoon date with a windy sky