I don't know if it's just me, or some sweet after-effect of spending a year waking up through the night, but I seem to be functioning well with less sleep these days. Summertime magic? Rising sun-facing windows? The unending excitement of having a backyard pool? Perhaps a combination of things. It means I have been staying up late reading a new book, getting up early before the girls to write, eat yogurt and stretch, and I am powering through our days without much crankiness.
|My morning French Vanilla helps.|
Other than fall activities and acquiring school stuff, we are still doing summertime exactly right: daily swims, trips to the park, eating al fresco, harvesting basil and tomatoes, road tripping, bubble-blowing, eating treat foods after dinner, and giving our youngest lady some hand-me-down first shoes in which she can strut around proudly.
I really see how we're feeling the benefits of our choices: staying home more often than going out, inviting friends over for a swim, eating well, keeping bedtimes, being consistent with our chosen house rules (even when it means repeating them 387749696 times a day), fostering quiet time and saying yes more than no. It makes me feel like I am doing alright, that these girls are feeling loved and getting what they need from me. We are finding one-on-one time and I am getting to know what each girls likes, needs and wants. How fortunate am I?
|Hailey picks wisely?|