Normal Thursday

There's nothing really to report...  It was a normal Thursday, which means William went to Jill's for the morning while I went to work and Josiah went to school, and then we enjoyed an afternoon at home together. Same as every Thursday. There was eating. There was playing. There was cooking and cleaning and stories and cuddles and giggles and, you know, all the regular stuff.

And yet there's everything to report...  Josiah is really on the cusp of reading — like, actually reading. My parents arrived en route home from their two-week vigil at Papa's side in FL (still awaiting more test results to figure out just what type of cancer is so horribly at work). Tonight I went to the school district's Kindergarten Expo night to start the ball rolling on getting our firstborn enrolled in public school (class of 2025, here we come!).

Funny how mundane the days can be. Funnier still how often I pass over the most amazing things, wrapped as they are in the guise of everyday. Change, growth, life, death. Diapers, email, bills, laundry.

Apparently I'm introspective at this hour, and it occurs to me this is not what anyone looks for in clicking over to this blog. I shall rectify with the never fail pictorial combo of "Cute Kids" plus "Evidence That This Mom Most Definitely Does Not Have Her Act Together No Matter How Philosophical She Waxes at Midnight."

So the boys didn't want to come in right away for lunch and I let them climb from their carseats into the trunk. And left them to play in there while I went inside and prepped food. With William still wearing his pajama shirt. Laziness? Oh no. It's called "picking your battles," my dear Jesse, which I do very judiciously when you're out of the country!