Boogers and Leaves

Today when I came home from teaching preschool and pastel class, my poor little MC was sound asleep on the couch with a fever. Patrick and I stayed outside on the front porch where I could hear if she woke up, because keeping the dude quiet inside for more than a minute was never going to happen. 3 hours and many mosquito bites later, we finally saw Mary Clare's little face at the door, feeling better. Patrick and I had spent the afternoon decorating pine cones with monkey grass and clover, throwing rocks into the monkey grass, smashing mosquitos, singing songs, making butterflies out of flowers and pretend-catching the moon.

I'm so used to being busy and always having something productive to do (and feeling guilty if I'm not). As I sat on the porch watching him follow birds and bumble bees, I felt very relaxed for the first time in a long time. Happy to watch him play and to just sit and smile on my peeling, paint-layered steps, feeling the green all around me. And now as I sit and my kids run and play and pick boogers, my 5 day head ache has finally faded and life feels good. Even with the boogers (that he so dutifully wiped on a tissue)