It always starts off the same...a little coffee...a little art...a lot of teeth brushing, hair slicking and yogurt eating -- those are the themes of our mornings. The bigger boys now wait eagerly for and skip off to school while wee one and I have an unprecedented amount of time alone together. After the whirlwind of kiddos in the afternoon, the stampede to meet Daddy at the door, the rush to get the entire dinner on the table before the boys have finished their plates, the kids play for hours until the sun sets. Hours of dirt and sand and sweat and water and hopefully no poo (critter, creature of bebe). There were days when we could skip baths and simply have a "pool bath" this summer, but those days are no longer and the nightly baths are essential if our home is not to smell like a cattle barn. So I clean the kitchen while Alex bathes the kids and we both think we have the better part of the deal. Of course, after bath is night time, but those bigger boys can never quite go to sleep at 9:00, so there are many escapes, many little feet running across the floor, many announcements of what new structure has been built, of notes they have written and of noises they have heard. This night, the escaping was encouraged and we made true photography - we wrote with light. The day ends and I start to look through the photos of the day...and the one that makes the most sense...that says everything about our life in these days is of me, my dirty white tank top on that I slept in, holding a naked baby bum with the news of flooding on in the background. That was our day...our 10 on 10...our everyday...
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