thoughts and stories from a twenty-first century homemaker
Baby giggles are among the most delicious sounds known to mankind.
Some of my other favorites include tires driving over wet pavement, toddlers singing Jesus Loves Me, and the sound of a child’s breathing just as he falls asleep.
But the baby giggles—I’m pretty sure—universally make humans smile. Once they start, you just want to keep them going. Am I wrong? …
One morning, we decided to take a walk to the park near our house. It’s not quite one mile to the playground, so it’s decent low-intensity exercise for Justin and me, and then we get a break while the kids play before heading back home.
This morning I packed peanut-butter-and-nutella sandwiches for the kids and me, managed to get everyone’s teeth brushed, shoes and jackets on, and Cecily’s necessities packed—and off we went.
To enhance the exercise component of the walk, we often go all the way to the river to take a look, then…
It’s not terribly often that I “get on the floor and play” with my kids and genuinely have fun doing it for more than a few minutes. I always have a hard time setting aside my mental lists (or…my phone) and fully engaging with them. I’m guilty of half “playing” (being in the same room and commenting on their play) while cleaning up other toys or random items nearby. And sometimes I honestly just get bored with whatever entertains 1 and 3 year olds.
Seriously. How many times can we make and eat Bunchems “cake”?
Anyone relate?
Yesterday evening, though…