Today was the day I’ve been dreaming of for months and months – all winter long, and even last summer when my big belly made it impossible (or at least uncomfortable) to bend over the earth.

My daydream was this: me working in the yard, the warm sun on my back; the kids playing on the playset, calling me to inspect a worm or watch them in a climbing feat, and the baby happy on a blanket, rolling over, this way and that, finally falling asleep in the warm afternoon.

Today that daydream was my reality.

Later, when I had gone inside, the kids still outside happily running from one activity to the next, inside, then outside then inside again, Calvin said to me: “Mom, we’re best friends!”

“What?” I turned from the veggies I was dicing for dinner. I heard what he said, but wanted to hear it again. This time Olivia came around the corner, and putting her arm around Calvin’s shoulders, said:

“We’re best friends.”

Mmm . . . wanna melt a mamma’s heart?! Oh how I hope to hear those same sentiments in twenty years.

Best friends are the best!

This is Calvin, asleep after a joyful afternoon of mischief.

Sweet boy Calvin – he whines, he cries, he doesn’t understand, he’s sad . . . he’s two.

But then, at the first sign of distress in my voice, all that emotion immediately melts away from him, his eyes get big and round, and he says, most softly: “What’s wrong mommy?”

And then he climbs up to give cuddles and kisses until we are both happy again.

Sweet boy Calvin.

Everett was given the green light for solid foods at his checkup last week. It’s a good thing too. Whenever I am eating something, he flails his arms and body, wanting so deperatley to pull it to his mouth. He’s not that way with other things I might be holding. Just food. He’s gluttonous in the most adorable way.

So we gave him smooshed nannas. Mmmm. Nannas.

Loves them. Now for formula