So, there is this blog trend where you take a picture each hour of your day and share it on your blog.
I don’t pretend that my day-to-day life is exciting enough for this to be at all interesting. But I’m joining the movement.
I didn’t follow the rules exactly. I just pretty much took pictures of what we were up to throughout the day. Starting at the beginning. So here you have it.
I wake up to this:
42 seconds later:
And the day officially begins.
On this particular day, I head out to aerobics and leave the morning antics to daddy.
I arrive home from aerobics, send Adam on his way, and hop in the shower.
Jane keeps me company.
Then I tell her that I was just kidding and that we are really going to the library. Much better.
This is the part where Megan leaves reality as you and I know it, and enters her own little happy place.
This is the point when I usually do my mid-day clean up. I tell you, there can be dishes piled mile high in the sink, wet towels on my bedroom floor, or baskets of laundry to be folded, but my least favorite job is always the downstairs. Oh yes, on any given afternoon, downstairs is the place where I might find 212 legos strewn about amongst 43 pairs of Polly Pocket shoes, a half eaten piece of toast from breakfast, a dripping sippy cup of curdled milk, 998 pieces from a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle, a vile of nuclear waste, and the landlord’s cat. Today, I finish the dishes and the laundry, hangup the towels and hold my breath as I turn the corner from the upstairs to the downstairs terrified to discover what madness awaits me, and I find…this:
37 Seconds later:
Megan finishes her lunch and spends some time playing in her room.
Now is the time I make myself some lunch and think it might be a good time to catch up on some “Friday Night Lights.” Jane says, “think again, mom” and decides now is a good time to wake up. The bright red tiny hand imprint on her cheek is a sure sign that it was a good nap.
Next Megan played with her Polly Pockets.
And Jane played with a bag of balls.
Sometimes Jane showed off her crawl stance.
And sometimes the girls were cute together.
Then daddy arrived.
And Jane and I went to Target.
While Megan and Dad stayed home.
No pictures were taken at this time.
Sad, I know.
Adam and Megan scrounged up some dinner, and I came home with these bad boys for Meg:
They don’t fit though. So I have to take them back.
I fed Jane some green beans and Megan composed some music on the computer.
Later, Megan and I whipped together some snowcones and headed outside to enjoy them. The neighbor girl was out and about, so we whipped her up a snowcone too.
After snowcones, it was time for Megan to call it a night.
And it was time for my “end of the day” clean up.
See what I mean about the downstairs?
It is now 10 o’clock at night, and I am nursing Jane as I type this up. But there you have a typical day in our little home. Well, slightly atypical as there were no appointments or meetings or obligations scheduled. Some things were not documented, like all three of Jane’s naps or when Megan didn’t want Jane touching her toys so she picked her up and moved her, and I only noticed what was going on when Megan said, “boy, you’re heavy.”
Jane weighs more than half of what Megan weighs.
And now Jane will fall asleep and Adam and I have big plans to curl up on our bed and watch a movie on our laptop.