Tonight, Jesse went snowboarding with a friend on this huge hill up the block they've discovered, that I'm pretty sure belongs to someone.. but so far that someone, doesn't seem to mind.
Sam claimed he had no homework (and was pretty convincing, so I didn't even check..) and proceeded to find great enthusiasm out of blowing air into paper lunch sacks, and popping them. (Kinda wasteful, but again, made him REALLY happy.)
Bo became obsessed with learning how to tell time, and sat with me for an hour on the couch, our big wall clock, off the wall, and in hand.. concentrating so hard I thought his little dimpled face might burst.
Sophie helped me make chicken roll-ups, and while licking the cream cheese wrapper clean (is that weird?) let me know I was the best Mom in the world, for no apparent reason.
(Perhaps because I was letting her lick the cream cheese wrapper?)
Oh. And earlier, I walked Roscoe in the white deep snow, while it was snowing, and he loved it. It was crisp and refreshing and blustery out. It felt good.
I made the kids eat all their broccoli at dinner.
We then all settled in for some American Idol, and cookie dough ice cream.
Jasen, after working 3, 16-hour days, was happy to be home, and on the couch too.
We randomly had to pause American Idol for Sophies impromptu 'live' performances on the ottoman, where she sings words like "I was crying on the staircase.. in polyester.." into her microphone made of a magnetic stick and ball, while shaking her little hips like crazy.
(When she finishes a song, she waits for our comments and then asks, "Am I going to Hollywood??")
She later became frustrated when she couldn't wrap herself in a blanket like a burrito like Bo was doing.. so resorted to tackling Dad with a hug.
I tucked my boys in.. brought up some laundry.. read books and laid with Sophie til' she was breathing her 'sleeping breathing'.. and snuck out.
The night ended with a date with my boyfriend (Jasen. You've probably met him.) watching 24, and eating a handful of nacho chips that weren't at all necessary to my physical nutrition, but just kinda sounded good.
After the show.. we talked awhile.. and then climbed in bed.
I layed there thinking about my night. Nothing outrageous or unusual about it. No big plans played out, just the ordinary stuff. But it was a great night. Just great. So I just crawled out of bed to write about it. And I think one day, reading about it, will make me happy and nostalgic for nights just like this one.
What did you do tonight?
Plodding along through February...of last year.
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