(polka dot pants: Kohls, blouse: Forever 21, boots: Old Navy, necklace: Forever 21)
Yesterday we spent the day outside: cleaning out the garage, filling up the baby pool for the first time, squirting each other with the hose, laying out on a lawn chair and drinking wine spritzers.
Those last two were just me. Chris doesn’t drink and my kids can’t stop moving for more than five seconds.
It was a good day.
It reminded me how awesome summer is (as if I forgot) and refreshed me enough to tackle these last eight days of school.
I needed a rest and Sunday was it. Last fall, our church started Saturday evening services and we’ve been taking advantage of them ever since. Saturdays are always busy, full of errands and birthday parties, Chris usually working and trips to the gym for swimming or soccer practice. So cramming one more thing in on a Saturday doesn’t seem bad.
And it makes Sundays absolutely the best.
Sundays have literally become a day of rest. We’re together all day as a family (the only day of the week that happens), we get to be lazy and stay in PJs, maybe go out for a late breakfast or an early lunch. We get to play at the park or take a bike ride. I take a break from social media on this day too; no Instagram or Twitter, no updating my Facebook status or watching a Vine video, just completely living in the moment even if it’s just sitting on the couch not doing anything. Sunday nights are usually movie night where the girls eat their weight in popcorn and trail mix and we watch a movie on the couch together. All snuggled up and squished together even though our couch could comfortably hold six.
It’s idyllic in my mind, but, of course, there’s still fighting and the occasional breakdown (normally Elliott). There’s still a fight at bathtime and lots of stop touching your sister! but we’re together, we’ve got no where we have to be, and it’s Sunday.
Sundays are the best.