Thursday, July 23, 2009

Finally. At Long Last. I Am A Mom Who Can Sit And Watch Her Kids Play.

Tonight after dinner, H and I and the Roses went for a walk. We went to a park near our house, the "snowman park," and wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles (God took a Daniel once again, turned him around, and miracle of miracles...oh, never mind, it's not really Fiddler on the Roof) the Roses played on the playground equipment. By themselves. With no intervention from us, except that I did push Rose #3 on the baby swing for a little while.

So, H and I sat and actually talked. About going to see the new Harry Potter movie. About changes we want to make to our house, some short term, some longer term. If we had unlimited money, we would knock down the wall between our kitchen and our weirdo, underused, back room with french windows, french doors and fireplace. It would be such a cool greatroom/kitchen. Unfortunately the wall that we want to knock down has most of the kitchen cabinets and all of the plumbing. So it is no small feat.

We walked home from the park and had red and orange popsicles on the front porch. Then the two older Roses played Club Penguin and I read library books to Rose #3. After showers and brush teeth, the Roses are in bed. And, at this point, almost asleep.

(My apologies to Sheldon Harnick for borrowing Fiddler on the Roof lyrics.)

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