Nap time bliss

The boys are snuggled into their beds happily napping. One dreaming of fire engines, the other of a cutting block where he can gnaw those teeth the rest of the way in (last night I felt the actual edge of the tooth - hooray little E!).

Where to begin today. . . well about two hours ago I was happily hanging E's nappies out on the line in the warm sunshine (diapers flapping in the breeze is one of my favorite sights and I have to relish it while the weather is nice because no matter how much I love being "natural", I'm NOT going out in the middle of winter to hang wet laundry - that's when gas dryers have a slightly "natural" ring to them). Ah well, as I was so happily engaged, my mind wondered over the lovely things I'd love to share.



Probably the top of the list would have to be that today was H's first day of preschool at home. I found a program that has it spelled out for me - just the way I like it (it doesn't hurt that it was also free!). We made a "Learning Poster" where we post ABCs, 123s, a theme, a verse, colors, shapes, etc. He knows most of this stuff already but I thought it would be good review so he has a solid foundation. He loved all 20 minutes of our "school" and came up with games of his own. I think he had almost my entire lazy susan emptied out onto the kitchen table so we could play store with pennies. Reminds me of the day when my dear mom would save cereal boxes and beef jerky cans so I could play store up in the loft (any of you remember doing that with me?)

Both of the boys are snoozing at different elevations these days. E finished sanding, staining, varnishing, sanding, varnishing, sanding and . . , you get the picture, h's bed yesterday. So H has an official bed, only now he looks like the prince and the pea! His bed is so high I don't think I have to even bend over to tuck him in! We've had to lay down firm "no jumping off the bed" rules. I'm having my own personal flashbacks to my days of saving humankind as wonderwoman - those days were rudely interrupted by a broken leg.

Little E on the other hand has had his crib mattress dropped to the lowest position. He's anxious to pull himself up on the rail and topple out after his big hermano (sp? my days of Espanol have long since past!). Ack! I think little E heard me typing about him, I can hear him humming to himself - stay sleeping just a little longer sweet bug (the prayer of many a mother!).

Ah well, my time has come and gone. I'll go blissfully stare at my flapping diapers for a moment before I go off to answer the call of motherhood.