eating grapes

This morning was extraordinarily beautiful -- the kind of morning that makes you wonder why everyone wouldn't want to live in Oregon. Noah fell asleep on the way home from the grocery store. So, as he snoozed away in the car seat, I began to put away the groceries.

Hannah ran into the kitchen and, with her steel-trap memory said, "Please mama, can I have some red grapes?"

"Good thing I just rinsed some for you," I responded with a smile.

"Probably we should eat them in the sunshine," came her matter of fact voice.

Yes, probably we should.

Getting in on the action

Come on... everyone else is doing it. (And the teacher succumbs to peer pressure, too.)

So, now that it's summer and I might actually find a few minutes here and there, I've joined the blogosphere. Hopefully I'll be able to chronicle the amazement I feel most days as I watch my kids develop. If not, maybe I'll just be able to look back on this and appreciate having a record of the little things that are often forgotten as they make way for the bigger milestones.

As I write this, Hannah is quietly napping and Noah is cruising around looking for cords to chew on or books to pull down on his head. (Luckily, I think I've moved all those dangerous items that he loves so much.) Hayes is probably driving a van full of kids to some skate park and I am wondering when Noah will be ready for nap number two. All in all, a pretty mundane start to the afternoon. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.