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{Monday}

It's a hot summer-like day today. 89 degrees with a cool slight breeze. Peter would call it hot and uncomfortable, but I rather like it. And so I'm sitting out on the porch, blogging.

It's Monday which means the house is a mess, the kids are extra cranky and there's laundry piling up. I usually dislike Mondays for all of those reasons.  But today I'm okay with it.

(I knew having a baby was going to change a lot of things, but I don't think I was prepared for how drastically it would change the way I keep house. I don't remember the last time our house was clean to my liking. I feel like I have 5-10 minutes here and there that I can completely focus on cleaning and not be distracted. The sad thing is, by the time another 5-10 minutes rolls around, the previous work has already been undone.  I'm 10 steps behind on everything) 

Yesterday was Father's Day. We didn't have any plans -  Peter wanted to have a nice quiet day indoors and so that's what we did. His gift is still en route and so the only gift he got yesterday was a sheet of white paper, folded in half with pencil scribbling from the oldest son. That and a random I love you, Daddy. Precious. We had some storms that rolled in last night just before we were about to go to bed. Simon no longer sleeps through the lightening and thunder, so we were holding our breath, waiting for his frightened cries. Sure enough as we were brushing our teeth, he started to whimper. The thunder was pretty intense, so Simon slept in our not-so-huge full size bed until Miles' 4am wakeup call. There's something sweet about (every-once-in-a-while) sleeping with your children.

Confession: I've blogged a few times since having Miles. I just haven't posted them. Why? Because I had just enough time to ramble...but not edit. And so my posts are hidden away on my draft page waiting for that final step. One day soon I'll take the time to edit and publish...and confuse everybody with the random posts from my past. Haha.

Speaking of random, did I mention that Peter is home today? Probably not. We both woke up exhausted from yesterday's chill activities (yep, we're definitely parents) and last night's storm. He decided to take a personal day. It's been nice having him around the house as I putter here and there, writing up the grocery list, planning meals and doing laundry - - in-between feeding and playing with the littlest one...and blogging. Simon likes having him around too.  

And just because I feel like it. I'm hitting the publish button. ::faint::

Comments

  1. your posts are so natural! I usually feel like I'm forcing each word (and would rather post pictures :) )

    the storm was scary! Kinsey didn't sleep well and today I'm feeling the lack of sleep. horray for a personal day!

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  2. Thanks Julia! I feel like I ramble too much in my posts. Haha! I like how simple and to-the-point your posts are - and your pictures are great too! :)

    Yay for a break in the storms.

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