Our happy days are full of play dates with little friends...
(Gideon and Briar)
This week I've thought a lot about being a stay at home mom. Especially a stay at home mom who doesn't have a car to get out of the house right now (4-5 months until we get our new car! This girl is super excited for vehicles with the option of third row seating and finally having some ROOM!) and a husband that is gone a lot. (although school will be wrapping up in a couple of weeks, Jared's overtime at work is starting on the weekends again.)
So... my situation being what it is- I can definitely see how the Lord has gifted me. Because I'm a home body, and a truly enjoy these simple and happy days at home with my babies. I wouldn't want it any other way. While making breakfast today I was contemplating the alternative- being away from them during the day and going to work, having more money/nicer things. And I just thought... it's not for me. I am out of my mind, overjoyed to be living this life. Truly. Every day I'm thankful.
Today we had an oddly warm day, it was in the high 50's but very windy. It seems that our road is very windy most of the year. Which makes it hard with little babies because it steals their breath away. But I wanted to get us some fresh air while we could get it. So I got the three of us ready and loaded the kids into the double stroller. That way Briar could have both canopies overlapped so she was completely blocked from the wind. Rowan didn't mind the wind, and we took a brisk walk for half an hour and chatted about all of the vehicles we saw in the driveways we passed. It was good exercise considering I was pushing 50+ lbs of kid & stroller, and it got my heart rate up.
We came home and I prepared lunch for Rowan and Jared who came home briefly. I finished up making a mustard and mint bonnet for Briar. I played McQueen and Mater with Rowan. I put both babies down for a nap at two, and I folded laundry in silence, and picked up the down stairs, and browsed Charlotte Russe and Mod Cloth looking for a cute Christmas dress for myself. I got Rowan up at ten to 4. We played some more cars and trains. Jared came home. I nursed the baby. I changed a few diapers. I looked at some recipes on pinterest for dinner ideas.
These are the days I'll be remembering when I'm old. How it felt to wake up next to rosy cheeks, and how it sounded to hear Rowan's voice chirping like a little bird, mirroring everything I say.
Maybe I'll remember the tantrums, blow-out poop explosions, crayon on the white couch, glancing at the clock at 2am and wondering why she is waking up to eat again so soon, yogurt thrown across the dining room and splattering all over the rug, piles and piles and piles and piles of laundry.... .... ... maybe I won't. Who knows how time will rose-tint.
But I can know this. Even if I'm not looking back with rose colored glasses at all, and I remember every unpleasant detail that comes hand in hand with every wonderful one.... I still will think that these were the best of days.