This morning was different. My Sweet Pea slept late so I was able to shower. (Pretty luxurious!)
Then I discovered she spit up a little in her crib. Bummer. Instead of rushing downstairs to let the dogs out, I ran a bath for the poor dear. Bath time is fun. The sounds of laughter and splashing filled the upstairs of our home.
Bear woke up and helped. A change of sheets and a towel-dry later and our regular morning routine began. I put away Pea’s laundry, and headed downstairs for breakfast.
After I took care of the dogs, Pea snacked on toast and bananas. (She doesn’t always have toast, but always bananas. Always.) she patiently ate and sang in her high chair while I put away dishes, made coffee (finally!) and tidied the kitchen.
When we came into the playroom I sipped my cinnamon coffee, soft daylight poured in through the blinds, and while she busied herself with rocking horses and books, I realized 500 Days of Summer was on. We listened (one of the greatest soundtracks I’ve ever heard) and read books about shapes and colors.
And just like that, the out-of-the-ordinary morning became yet another of our glorious, perfectly imperfect, run-of-the-mill Saturdays. Ah.