Each afternoon Evie and Chloe and I pick Finn up from school. We drive home, unload out of the car and before we even reach our building door I am carrying everyones backpacks, teddys, blankets, lego clone guys legs which have fallen off and Chloe in her car seat. Evie demands we take the elevator even though we only live on the second floor so I awkwardly chuckle as the person on the elevator watches Finn and Evie fight about who pushed the number two button and then looks at me, looking more like a camel then a mom, and must be thinking “why on earth is this crazy women taking the elevator instead of the one flight of stairs?” (I have MAJOR garage envy my friends, major) We literally burst into our apartment and the immediate demands for various lunch items begin. After “Resturant Mom” serves up the different requests it is off to nap for Evie and Chloe and suddenly the house is quiet. It is just Finn and I. Now I don’t know if you are lucky like me, but I absolutely relish my afternoons with my middle child. We shift back and forth between lego houses, building table forts, reading books (and actually getting through them with out me threatening to stop reading if someone doesn’t stop pushing etc) and my personal favorite painting.

We just use the big paper you can wrap items in at the check out at Ikea (yes I need fifty sheets to wrap up these plastic bowls… is there something odd about that?) and Crayola paint. I believe I have mentioned before that my Mother is an artist and has been wonderful in helping me cultivate it in my own cuties. Although talent must skip a generation becuase my volcano was shall we say, uninspiring

I should have added some “m” seagulls while I was at it no? It is great to talk to Finn while he is painting and hear the back stories behind his paintings. One time he painted two pretty impressive R2D2s and then proceeded to have them “shoot” each other (with black paint) until the paper was just a big soggy ball of brownish paint. He thought that was great. Tomorrow I promised him a picnic in the living room with the vintage picnic basket set I picked up a few weeks back. I am so glad we can have this little sliver of special time. It is really hard to find it with the others sometimes. Chris and I have talked about how important it is to give our kiddos some one on one time. But it is hard. Someone always cry’s because they want to come too. Or ironically enough often times they don’t want to come by themselves. Do ya’ll have a “daddy night out” etc? Is it just because our kids are soooo close in age and basically all love the same thing that makes it hard? Anyway, right about now I am missing the metal walls of our home in Timor. Hanging up pictures this big is a project itself ha!
Cheers!
Kelly














































I had ordered them over a week ago and usually they come within two or three days.




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