Yesterday we went to a park in the morning, the pool in the afternoon and a different park for a picnic dinner in the evening. Love summertime. Kilian is teething right now, big time. He likes to be held facing forward when his gums frustrate him. He sleeps eight hours straight at night now. Sometimes nine.
Not everything is as perfect as it seems. I'm having to let go of a lot these days. The house isn't as clean as I'd like. With the addition of little blankets, bibs, baby clothes, hooded towels and crib sheets, laundry is out of control right now. I find I'm much more at peace when we're out of the house during the day. When home the household demands can overwhelm and I'm too tempted to put movies on in favor of being an attentive mother.
So we go out. Every day. Sometimes all day. Under sunshine among grasses and flowers or sand and warm breezes, we focus on nothing but each other. We talk and laugh and run around and go crazy. At the end of the day my cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing too much. It's wonderful.