I try really hard not to work when I am at home with my kids. For one thing, I am interrupted so much it is hardly worth it to even start.
Every so often, though, I have to sew something in the middle of the day for an afternoon mailing. Because Bryce wants to sit on my lap and play with thread and machine knobs, I often save it for when he takes a nap.
Kayden has a basketball hoop downstairs next to my sewing space, and loves to shoot baskets while I sew. Ever few points, he will peek his head around the door frame.
"Mom, why are you sewing?", he asks.
"So that I can buy you more cars." I answered that way once on a whim a year ago, and now we have to repeat it every.time.
"Are you working hard?", he responds.
"Yup, really hard, bud", I reply.
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Friday was bike day. All of the little preschoolers take their bikes to school and ride them around the parking lot. There are a variety of different stations they can go to for a bike wash, or to decorate their bike.
As I arrived to pick him up and as he climbed into his car seat, sighed and said, "Mom, I worked so hard today riding my bike. You would be really proud of how hard I worked."
Oh, to be five and have the "work" of riding your bike.
Friday was bike day. All of the little preschoolers take their bikes to school and ride them around the parking lot. There are a variety of different stations they can go to for a bike wash, or to decorate their bike.
As I arrived to pick him up and as he climbed into his car seat, sighed and said, "Mom, I worked so hard today riding my bike. You would be really proud of how hard I worked."
Oh, to be five and have the "work" of riding your bike.
More Hard Work, Grandparents Day:
with Grandpa and Grandma Birdy
With Grandma Van
Singing to God.
Ho-Ho-Ho-Hosanna
getting lower....
and let's not forget the hard work of playing outside on the playground.
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