Here in the suburbs life can be pretty simple if you let it be. It depends on the stage of life, but sometimes that's just what I crave and other times the march of a faster-paced life is really quite alluring. The winter time has its own challenges, particularly this one, one of our coldest in the last few years. I don't think I'd give up the four seasons, each one so markedly different from the last, but ask me in February and an extended stay in southern California is looking pretty fantastic.
This weekend we had very few plans, were making very few plans. An impromptu take out dinner at friends down the street rounded out our Friday night. Saturday we went out for pizza (one half pepper and onion and the other spinach, feta, and broccoli). Parker's suddenly turning a little bit pickier and had to remove all the toppings from his pizza which begs the question, why do we need the lights on so bright when we feed our children? Very, very dim kitchen lights are looking better all the time. Can't be picky if you don't know what you're eating, right? The evening closed with a hot chocolate date, the hot chocolate the size of Parker's head. Steve and I split it and told Parker it was coffee, yucky. He suspected otherwise. William and Lindsey both went to sleepovers. A successful weekend for them, indeed.
Sunday morning, I put on Jonsi (you know, the We Bought a Zoo soundtrack, all by them, is quite good), split a pomegranate with Parker, I made bacon, went to the grocery store. Cupboards were getting bare and it was necessary. I brought home apple sauce, promising to make apple sauce muffins with Parker after his nap. He's such a determined fellow these days, understanding everything. "Help, Mama?" as he gets a chair from the kitchen table and slides it across the floor until it stops at the counter where we usually do our baking.
I can't believe it's already the end of January and I can't believe it's only the end of January. February, go easy on us.