... Misterpie slept in, but I had enough sleep the night before that I was happy to let him, because I fell asleep with my Pumpkinpie last night. This morning, I had breakfast with my kids, making them what they wanted, not having to rush. Luxury.
... Pumpkinpie offered us most of the large cookie she baked. "Sharing feels good," she said.
... I hugged Misterpie, chiming, "Hug Daddy!" Then I hugged The Bun, "Hug The Bun!" I pulled away and said, hopefully, "Hug Mama?" He hugged me. And hugged me again. And hugged me some more, over and over.
... I made some progress in the shifting of things in our bedroom, getting closer to done and organized in there. Threw things out, hung things up, put shoes in boxes, moved laundry through the cycles, sorted, and finally, moved furniture. Enough that it feels like a big step forward. I love that.
... I went out for a little exploring walk in the snow with The Bun. Though it didn't last long, I have felt like we have been too cooped up on the weekends lately, and it was nice to get some fresh air with him, while Misterpie and Pumpkinpie went skating.
... I got the last piece for a gift for a friend, something I am excited to be part of giving.
... I am getting close to finishing my book for book club this week, a good book, and one I am enjoying, even through a nagging unease about what's coming, or could be next right now.
... The Bun tried and enjoyed slices of apple for the first time. It's nice that he's getting more teeth, so not everything has to be so diced up for him any more.
... The Bun used more words in a day than I think I have heard before, lots of them spontaneous and not repeating. It included the new addition, "no." It had to come some time.
... I swept the floors and stairs, emptied garbage and recycling bins, bought a handful of decent hangers and some off-season clothes storage boxes for the new closet, and sold a baby toy we no longer needed.
... I sheared The Bun's hair shorter, over his wild protests. It's not perfect, but I'll neaten the edges up over this week. (Perfect is hard when aiming through someone's hands at a moving target.)
... Pumpkinpie more than once played nicely with The Bun, initiating funny games that he could enjoy, playing along with something he was doing, and looking out for him. She was in top big sister form today, and it was really heart-liftingly wonderful to see.
...The Bun missed much of his nap, but had a nice rest rocking in my arms.
... I tucked in Pumpkinpie with her usual hugs, pats, kisses, and drawings on her tummy.
... My Bun fell asleep in my arms, and I lifted him limp, lolling, a warm, soft weight, in my arms and kissed his sweet, silky head before I transferred him gently to his bed.
... I will go to bed on time for once, that I might be just as rested and happy tomorrow.
It's been a good day.