Boring Perfection

I know my diary isn’t really exciting anymore… notes are dwindling.

I’m completely fine with that.

Right now I’m sitting at my quiet office, contemplating going down and running a nice hot bath and watching some Real Housewives of Orange County and maybe even a glass of wine.   The sky outside my window is a mix of pink, purple, orange and blue as the sunset reflects off some passing clouds.  Birds chirp, just a slight breeze rustles only the top branches of the oak trees with thick green leaves that meet the sky, and it makes me incredibly happy.  I have my window wide open.  The air is cool tonight and it feels awesome.

The house is clean.  That end of the day clean, when the toys are picked up, the dishwasher is humming quietly, and the last load of laundry is the sound of jeans tumbling in the dryer.  Both my sweet boys are in bed sound asleep.  I was thinking tonight again how thankful I am that we figured out bedtime with them–it is just amazingly comforting and wonderful to have something to rely on, especially now that it’s just me here with the boys.  I love reading stories to Wesley and kissing him goodnight and being able to walk out of the room.  I love snuggling and nursing Jasper and then gently laying him down in his crib and knowing he won’t cry when I leave.  Although we all miss Nathan terribly, I’m so glad that these boys are here with me and we have our own special bond and routines now, just the three of us.  Wesley is old enough now to "help" me with many things.  Today we went grocery shopping after I picked them up at daycare– he loves to push the cart and pick out his own groceries.  (When I get to the front I whisper to the checkout lady what I’m actually going to buy and sneak away the boxes of candy and packages of marshmallows.)  By the time he gets home he forgets about them anyways.  Tonight, we made Sloppy Joe Hamburger Helper (Wesley picked it out, lol!) and then made brownies for dessert.  We ate them outside on the front porch.  A "picnic" as Wesley calls it.  He usually ends up driving his trike back and forth across the porch, stopping each time he rides by the table for a forkful of food.  At that age I’ll take what I can get when it comes to food!

Jasper is crawling and just about to start climbing stairs.  He is happy and sweet and so precious.  He is also at that silly age where you can set an entire pile of bright, colorful, musical toys in front of him, and he will crawl right past it to grab the rock or dead fly or something else to play with instead.  

I LOVE our mornings.  Wesley is usually the first one up around 7AM and he comes downstairs to my room.  I let him climb into bed and I turn on the cartoons and get Jasper up if he’s already awake in his crib.  While I nurse him Wesley either continues to watch cartoons or wants to go immediately out on the porch and drive his trike around.  I open up all the shutters and open the French doors wide and let the fresh cool morning air inside.  We have another picnic out on the porch of milk and cereal.  Eventually I get ready and depending on the day I either bring one or both kids to daycare, or some days we just decide to stay home or I bring them in after lunch.

I still have that photography thing going on, too. 

But it’s these simple moments with my boys that I cherish the most.  Everything else just seems like peanuts. 

Things are just good right now.  Boring, but not in a bad way.  But good.  And that’s just about perfect to me.