Another great Sunday

 

 

 

Charlie is not a light sleeper.  We used to think he was because he wakes up at least once a night with some request to fulfill before going back to sleep.  But once he's asleep, that boy can sleep through a lightning strike right outside his window.  Which is exactly what he did last night.  I thought for sure that something in our yard was going to be on fire - it was the loudest boom followed by earthquake-like tremors throughout the house.

Today was also a great day beginning with Lucy taking Schuyler, Charlie, and Trystan to Kidzone to play in the ballpits and on the climbing frames (it's one of the few places for kids to get some exercise when it rains here).  Then she took them for lunch and ice cream (Schuyler: "I had valinnna with a CHERRY!").  What a nice godmother!

Then we sat down an all watched "Toy Story" together for "quiet time" as the rain smacked against the windows.  It was really nice.  We may not have been talking much during it but we all did something together that we enjoyed.  That's really what it is all about.
Then, another favourite, the kids made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies with Mama!  They ate their weight in cookie dough and probably have salmonella but that's just part of being a kid.
Then the rain cleared up and we swam for ages and I tried to teach Schuyler how to do a cannonball.  Her version looked more like what we used to call The Nutcracker but it was still a blast.
We all had turkey burgers for dinner and a quarter of a cookie each and then read together and they got another instalment of the Mermaid series (Chapter 4 - Daddy was taken by the Sea King and the kids have to pass 3 tests to get him out - thanks, Wardy jr!) and then they passed out.

There are moments I'm not proud of as a parent.  Moments when I lose my patience over nothing.  Moments when I don't listen as much even though I can see they really want me to.  Moments where I just want a break.  But then there are days like today.  We don't get to choose our memories.  We don't get to decide which ones stick in our grey matter throughout our lives.  But my hope is that days like today are the ones that stick with these kids.  I hope the revisions of the mind leave nothing but days like today in their brains when they play the mental movies of their childhood.  I love you guys more than you could possibly understand.