Breakfast in Bed and Other Good Things

I love this little family of ours. I love waking up on Sunday mornings knowing we will be together all day. With our busy schedules, this is really the only full day we have, all four of us.

This morning, Fiona decided she would bring me breakfast in bed. Laura got up with them and then yelled up, "don't come down." Sweet! I got to sleep in until 9:30ish, which is a freakin' luxury.

They brought me a whole wheat bagel slathered with goat cheese, a frothy cup of
cafe au lait (if I knew how to make the accent on the e in cafe, I would. Anyone?), and a glass of grapefruit juice. Plus, Fiona gave me her journal to read, in case I got bored. Her journal was the best part. She wrote a fictional story about how all televisions had to be turned off in the ENTIRE UNIVERSE. I believe she is getting the hint that we think TV is not all that great for her developing mind.

When it was time to get dressed for the day, Fiona helped Cyd choose her outfit.

Pretty sure this was more fun for Fiona than it was for Cyd.

We then proceeded to get a ton of things done. Laura bought approximately 10,000 native plants/shrubs/ trees. Not really 10,000, but at least a dozen. So we had to get busy with the planting of natives. Which is apparently really good for the environment, people, so start getting natives in your garden.

Sweet corn and crab cakes for lunch. Pretty good recipe from Epicurious, but not great enough to share.

An adorable tree frog just barely escaped the lawn mower.

I had a potato crusted, goat cheese tart in mind for dinner, but we settled on kosher hot dogs cooked by bonfire instead. And marshmallows. Of course.

I'm tired. Showered, happy, tired. That's me. It's a good place to be.

The children, on the other hand, are not tired at ALL.

 And now, Cyd is in bed, the bonfire is still burning, and Laura is reading to Fiona, which means I get a few minutes all to myself. These minutes are few and I treasure them.

It's been a great day and I have tomorrow off, so I'm planning on another glass of Chardonnay. Peace out.