Running Stitch

It’s been a long, exhausting week at The Burrow. What? It’s Tuesday Night?

Are you sure?

Moo’s new favorite catch phrase is “Are you sure?”.

Mama: Time for lunch
Moo: Are you sure? It’s not time for cookies.
Mama: um. Yes.

Mama: Time to go get our haircut
Moo: Are you sure? It’s not time to go to the Zoo?
Mama: Yes. I’m sure

Mama: do you have to go to the bathroom (cute dance)
Moo: NO
Mama: Are you sure?
Moo: SURELY NOT! I don’t have to go potty!

Surely this fall has brought many changes to The Burrow but things are settling into gentle rolling rhythms as we all adjust to the new schedule and season. Today was a typical Northwest day with torrential downpours followed by minutes of glorious sunshine and then back to wet, wet, wet!

And while I feel the sunshine of the day and spending that time with my boys, who are getting so big, the end of the day sometimes feels, wet, wet, wet! As the deluge of all the things I didn’t get done during the day dumps on my head.

It’s easy in the dark rainy nights to focus on unwashed dishes, and hair, on un sewn bags and quilts and on the reasons your two year old has stopped sleeping and now parties like a rockstar till midnight each night. Because seriously? Tired.

But mornings? that slowly creep into days? They are the best. Full of walks, and trains and snacks and trains, coloring, crafting and trains. As my boys grow their personalities develop and solidify and I feel the days speeding past me as I sit quietly reading the Littlest Pumpkin for the fifth time today.

2006. Back when I had little pumpkins and not gigantic boys.