Freeze these moments

Summer sort of has us in hiatus.  It’s decided to put in appearance this year, so the past few weeks have been a repeating loop of fun in the garden, fun in the sprinkler, go for an ice cream, have dinner on the deck, recover in the air conditioning, turn on the sprinkler again.

Not so much with the blogging.

So I don’t have a lot to report.  You drive me crazy every day, and I love you like crazy every day.  You mostly go to the bathroom on the potty, except when you’re distracted or excited or feeling stubborn or just plain forgot.

Okay, “mostly” might be an overstatement.  Still, we’re getting there.

You spend 9 hours every weekday at daycare, and I’m inclined to feel guilty about that except that you love it.  You play in sand and water and paint and foam, you sing songs and learn and laugh and make and break friendships 5 times a day.  Every once in a while you say you don’t want to go.  Every time your father or I offers to trade places because man, who wouldn’t want to go there every day?

I feel like we’ve finally gotten into the “zone” as a family, with your father and I on the same schedule and happy with our jobs, with nothing major breaking or going wrong, with our parental ‘tag-team’ pretty much down pat.  Sometimes, at perfectly normal moments, like getting ready in the morning together or sitting over dinner, I am so overwhelmed with how much I love our lives together that I almost cry.

So, nothing big to report. 

And that’s just fine.