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In peaceful sleep

They’re all down. Sleeping soundly. Including the dog. Don’t anyone make a move.

The blog has once again fallen quiet from neglect, but that’s the way things go.  Life gets busy, days fly by, little girls demand to have books read and want to go to the store.  Kinlee has come to whine, “No, Mom! I don’t want to go home!” as soon as we turn by a landmark building near our house.  Poor thing. 

But we’re here and we’re well.  We’ve decided to add to our family vicariously by letting a little one we’ll call Kidlet come over and spend some days with us each week.  So far so good. Kidlet’s quite a charmer and seems to be fitting in very well.

Shhhhh. Just checked again. Three snoozing cuties. Plus the dog, still.

Having an extra has brought out the little mommy in Kinlee.  She has taken her status as “The Informer” to a new level, alerting me to each (perceived) need.  Be it a binky that has fallen out of the mouth or the fact that KiKi is sure there needs to be music to accompany the little chatter in the bouncy seat.  It’s been so darn cute to see. 

But there is nothing like the quiet when everyone in the house is asleep but me.  No TV on, no music playing, just the noise of the furnace running on a gray February day.  I could get a lot done, but I never want to risk the noise of dishes or such, so I’ll do quiet laundry and see who wakes up first.  My bet is Braska… she’s not one for long naps anymore.  Granted, the kid is 4 1/2 and will someday soon probably let them go.  But I am in NO hurry for that day.

For now I’ll enjoy the peace.

Comments

  1. Well said, Mom! Enjoy the quiet times, and the happy, noisy fun, too!

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  2. Such a lovely post. I can relate. This makes me miss you so much.
    ---Jen

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  3. Sounds wonderful on all accounts. One more in the house will be fun. And quiet time with all napping is the best! Take care. I love your updates.

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