Apparently the last night's softball game tuckered Micah out. He slept until 8:30 this morning. He was barely up, dressed, and sitting down for breakfast when it was already time for me to put Annalyse down for her morning nap.
While Micah ate and Annalyse slept, Grady Lee watched cartoons and made Lite Brite designs. Curious George was a rerun of a rerun of a rerun because both boys practically recited the entire episode.
The passing jogger stared. The next door neighbor tried to look without being obvious. It was great.
My little girl may be tiny and petite, but it is not for lack of interest in eating. Dinner tonight: slice of wheat bread, slice of cheese, a banana, two spoonfuls of peas and carrots, a handful of Cheerios, and a Gerber tub of squash. I think she would have ate more but we needed to pack up and lead out the door in order to make it to Grady's softball game.
As I close today, I'm struck with how much I do each day and yet how little I do each day. It's ironic. It's oxymoronish. It's called "Motherhood."
I wish I had a camera following me to capture every hug, kiss, and I love you throughout the day, along with the simple moments of quiet discipline and instruction. Even in the down times of the day (I think that periodically I have those), I'm still working on shaping little minds, encouraging little souls, and molding little hearts.
And, that's the stuff that isn't usually documented and remembered, but that's the stuff I wouldn't trade for anything.