Sometimes there are days with my family that are so magical I wish I could replay them everyday.
Yesterday was one of them. I can't really describe adequately what made it so lovely except that the tension that sometimes plagues us was gone and in it's place was an easy, mellow day.
In the evening we went to dinner, then to a park that I had never been to beforce. It was small and tucked-away and reminded me of California. (which I have been missing like crazy lately) Well, it reminded me of California until fire ants stung my feet!
There was a big, beautiful house next to the park with guinea hens hanging out in the front yard. My boys, on a sugar-fueled rampage (the dangers of going to a buffet dinner!) chased them around, making them squawk causing their owners to come outside to check on them. I was out near the street, apologetically corralling my offspring and the woman who lived there called out: "Is that a Belle & Burger skirt?? I LOVE her!" So funny!
Our day fell apart a little when we made it home. I was exhausted, the boys were crashing and Papa was bummed about having to end our adventure. I felt like I couldn't POSSIBLY go to bed without changing my sheets so even though I was dog-tired I stripped and remade my bed, then straightened my room.
I had lit candles (mistake) and the boys were fighting over who got to blow them out. Mooms was on a stool that I keep near my bed and LeeLee pulled up my vanity stool and bit him on the back of the knee. M started crying and LeeLee turned around on the stool and promptly fell off and hit his head on my bookshelf.
He had quite a bump on his head. After he was arnica'd and consoled Papa commented...'I guess that was karma, buddy.'