This photo sums up our weekend:
… which was great. Non-stop fun, in fact.
Mark was in Montreal so I was doing the single-parent thing. I can’t even begin to itemize the stuff the girls and I did. Perhaps I’ll do a photographic round up later on, but now I’m waaaay behind and my head is spinning.
This morning – somewhere between the gym and my latte – I realized something. When the kids were very small, taking them out somewhere (anywhere!) used to be more work than fun. Parents, you know what I mean, right? Depending on the event, you had to calcuate the work:fun ratio and then decide if you had enough energy to take it on.
Well, I realized that some time ago that the work:fun ratio changed, and now it’s actually in my favour. When did that happen? It must have been around the time we waved goodbye to the diaper bag. (?)
Travelling around the city with the kids in tow is not that much work anymore. And it’s suddenly become much more fun. I’m cool with that.
“I know why some people are so big,” says Sarah. She’s motioning with her hands in such a way that clearly indicates she means “fat” instead of “big” … but since we don’t use the word “fat” around here it makes sense she’d substitute.
“Why is that,” I ask.
“Because they have a lot of love in them.”
I think the bookshelf upon which our little teacupnests are perched deserves a full stop on this tour.
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I like looking at other people’s books. A bookshelf is a serious peek into a person’s soul, don’t you think?
This is an old teak shelf, given to me by my mother. When our living room was redone it got painted white, along with its sister shelf which is on the right side of the window (this one is on the left).
I insisted these shelves be painted, despite the fact you’re not really supposed to paint teak. Our home is so dark, I wanted to lighten and brighten anything I could.
We actually had four bookshelves in the living room, but the designers told us two had to go. The remaining shelves are packed with our favourite books and a few favourite things.
My books make me very happy. I can’t imagine a home without books.
