Tonight we hosted a lovely family for dinner: friends Sara* and Rob and their two kiddos. This was after a full day of my kids behaving, well, bat-shit crazy. I should have known the day might go a bit sideways: both children, upon waking separately, asked me if we were going to get fireworks. First thing out of their mouths, I kid you not.
Dinner time: I cooked and cooked and we ate and ate (spaghetti with meatballs, salad from our garden – a huge red lettuce!, roasted garbanzo beans, oven-roasted tomatoes, farl, sauteed asparagus, and chocolate-frosted rainbow cake). It’s the third of July which means lots of fireworks already. Out in the backyard watching a rather impressive display up on the hill and my daughter shouts, “Oh yeah?! We have hens and they lay eggs!” At first I thought she was referring to our real-live poultry; no, she meant the very modest firework Ralph had procured.
After bath the kids are so tired that Sophie goes to bed crying (this is too bad) and Nels climbs into my bed, is magically joined by the sleepy kitty Mabel, and within seconds they are asleep, curled up around one another. Two babies instinctively seeking one another out for warmth and affection.
The sight of that makes me want to have a kitten in our household at all times.
(Thank you Ralph, for working so hard on my new blog. I had that anxious feeling all day as I longed to commit Facebook-suicide. I have you to thank for making that step.)
* Sara creates and sells the best natural body care line of products I’ve ever used – NAYY, I am just an addict!