I dunno. Dance class, farting around the house, feeding the babies special treat (they split half a piece of chocolate buttermilk cake the other night cos Mama loves them.)
Now a weekend is almost gone, and Auntie Caitlin is here and Dad and Eli were visiting and somehow, shockingly, it is late Sunday afternoon and I can't believe the Day Of Rest is almost over and it's another work week tomorrow.
I can't believe it's November. I can't believe we've been married five years. I can't believe we have two kids, who are more and more decidedly kids and not infants.
It has gotten so much easier.
It's not easy all the time.
But it is so much easier.
We sleep. We play. We cuddle and read books and I can see how soon we'll be able to go on walks that are more fun and less exhausting.
We smile at each other.
We say thank you and give hugs and say I love yous and I'm sorry's and sleep tight.
One, two, three, four, Annaliese says, counting her family. That's right. We are a family of four. Her best friend is Addy Clair on Monday and Maddie BrockBrock (?) on Tuesday and Grayson and Braden on Wednesday but never Reese (she does not care for Reese). Caspian two weeks ago could say Mommy and Daddy and now he can say thank you and buh-bye and uht-oh and this weekend K swears he said pancake and medicine (in context, thank you).