We were in recovery mode today. Yesterday we partied hard with our friends. This statement takes on a whole new, yet still quite accurate meaning when you consider that "we" is in reference to four adults with our six children under five getting together for a fun evening of grilling, trampolining, swinging (on the swing set), running, sandbox-ing, exploring, chasing, and s'mores eating, with grown up conversation in between. The three "little kids" (under 2) went to bed after s'mores and the three "big" kids (3 and 4) got in jammies and stayed up to watch Snow White while the adults visited around the fire pit. My husband and my friend's husband had spent what seemed like an hour getting that fire started. They didn't use a lighter or any matches. Just some old-fashioned cave-man fire-starting stuff. I was literally on my way to get the lighter (because it was way past time for s'mores!!) when I saw smoke finally rising from our fire pit. The manly men prevailed, and it was good.
We had a wonderful time with friends. The kids all got sufficiently sweaty and dirty and scraped up to consider it a true summertime playing extravaganza. They explored our "woods" (treed area around the perimeter of our yard) and jumped themselves silly on our new trampoline. My husband, hero of the evening, played a new game with them, which involved getting on his hands and feet under the trampoline and chasing the kids by pushing his butt up into the trampoline from the underside while running around bear-crawl style. I wish I had seen this and gotten a photo. I heard the laughter and screaming of the kids, but I was putting Sis to bed while this was going on. So I, like you, have only a (very hilarious) mental image of these antics to go by. Oh how I love that man.
Needless to say, we were all feeling a little worn out today. Incredibly, the girls only slept in a little bit past their usual wake up times, so they were pretty tired and crabby today. We got lots of good down time in though. Nothing like being pooped to bring a family together for some serious bonding. The girls made breakfast with their Daddy.
They love helping him cook eggs. They work the pepper mill and really get into pinching and sprinkling the salt from my salt pig.
We read lots of books and just relaxed.
This afternoon we went outside for more backyard fun. I love watching the big girls run and play in the yard. They go on "adventures" and make up scenarios involving monsters and giants and castles and rescue missions. We got them sufficiently tuckered out again this evening.
This is the stuff of memories.