Spring has almost sprung

Just happy to beJust 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.

throw the ball

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 Gardeningthe 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 Cane Creekpleading 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 enjoyedHurricane Ian 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.

About ashleekiser

“For in Calormen, story-telling (whether the stories are true or made up) is a thing you're taught, just as English boys and girls are taught essay-writing. The difference is that people want to hear the stories, whereas I never heard of anyone who wanted to read the essays.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy Join us on our family adventures as I try to tell our stories rather than bore you with more online essays.
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1 Response to Spring has almost sprung

  1. thevfamily says:

    How nice! I love simple, plain, and memorable days together as a family. Its like you do nothing and everything all at once.

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