Just an hour ago I looked out the kitchen window to see the beautiful event to ever occur on my property. Brinn sat in the grass around the edge of the garden with Ian jumping and giggling in his arms while Mogwai and Chaco sat close by. I rushed to finish prepping dinner so I could shove it in the oven to go outside and play with the boys.
We’d already spent quite a bit of the day outside, but I’d had to go inside for a while to get dinner started. Since Ian’s arrival, we don’t go out too often anymore, so our big splurge now is to make wings on Sunday afternoons. While whisking butter and pepper sauce on the stove, I realized that this is exactly what Sundays should consist of: family, food, and home.
Spring peeked over winter’s shoulder this morning, so Brinn decided to take advantage of the comfortable weather to get the cold weather plants started in the garden. He had the tractor out this morning prepping the garden while I indulged in watching the Pioneer Woman’s cooking show. From there, we finally yielded to Mogwai’s pleading and we visited Cane Creek Park to take a walk around the lake and give Mog a chance to play fetch on the far hill. We also took advantage of the mud-run obstacles still set up.
Once we came home, I started in on the wings, and Brinn returned to planting snow peas and broccoli while Ian and the dogs looked on. When I came out, despite the hour-long walk around the park and the twenty or throws of the stick, Mogwai still set in on begging me to throw his tennis ball. At one point, Ian used my ponytail to help himself stand up. My hands were tied up with Mogwai as I tried wrestling his ball away, so Chaco took advantage of my precarious position to clean out my teeth. Somehow this was not the highlight of my day.
While Brinn finished up on the gardening, I took Ian on the trampoline to see if he enjoyed bouncing there as much as he does in his jumperoo. We bounced until nap time carried us inside. Now as dusk sets in and the light fades, Ian naps, giving me a chance to try to restore the house to its pre-Ian’s awake state.