I took a NAP!!!!!!!!! today for the first time in awhile. Jake gallantly went downstairs to herd the herd while I slept and my new baby grew a bit. When I arose, I ate a few handfuls of M&Ms (stored under my bathroom sink. Shhhh don't tell Gracie), and headed downstairs. Jake began into a few tales of dozing on the couch while Grace "slapped" him, which word doesn't need quotations because she really does SLAP him on the face when he's napping.
Because what's a girl supposed to do on Sunday when her parents are asleep? Pee on the carpet? Check. Scream at Ruby so loudly you'd think Ruby was shaving Gracie's head against her will? Check. Play silently with her thousands of toys outside on the patio in the 75-degree sunshiney day? Check. But not quite enough. Must. Slap. Daddy. What in the world...?
So Grace and I had a talk about how that wasn't really very nice, during which she stared at the wall. When chastizing my girls, the biggest battle is making them actually MAKE EYE CONTACT with me in my ranting. I suspect little boys may not play this recoiling game, but my girls? They have found the most subtle and annoying ways to shun during a lecture. I'm still figuring that one out.
The rest of the evening consisted of a little bike ride past the lake and a little bit of swimming in the clubhouse pool in street clothing. I had nothing to do with this, it was all Jake's fault. My pregnant self was sitting on a lounge chair the whole time, after having walked almost a mile, and I was told the main purpose in the beginning was to "wash Ruby's feet off".
But what I want to emphasize this evening is how a loud orchestra movement of a day can come to a close so silently. It's dark outside. The girls are in their beds, asleep. I steal in their room for a few minutes after they are asleep every night for a little peace-filled nuzzling. These are the times I can barely describe without tears. Snuggled into their pillows, their bodies and minds have worked so hard throughout the day that seeing them still brings an extra spectrum of silence to my heart.
The past day flies by in my head in flashes- A dumped-out toy bin, a few peeled apples, clothes thrown on the floor, some screaming, Grace's voice, Ruby's profile, the smell of their hair, the bathroom practically flooded after their bath... so many things. All coming to a brief end for the night. And they look like they did when they were babies, their eyelashes resting on their cheeks, smelling like shampoo and baby sweat. Another night of growing bigger and smarter, only to wake in the morning with energy pulsing in their veins. Sometimes I just can't handle how old they already are. And it's almost Monday again...