On Auto-Pilot

In moments of self actualization I realize that Dave and I have been suffering from a dreadful Winter Syndrome. Yes, I realize that in San Antonio we’ve only had one real week of winter. It went by painfully slow and Avery and Will very much needed their backyard time. Note: this is my version of a play pen. It really works well when the shades and curtain are all open. Anyway, it has been winter long enough. And I’m breaking out of this routine. It’s true we are creatures of habit, but our neighbors are starting to think something’s happened to us. With the exception of Jana, who is more like a sister, I’m not too sure I’ve actually seen anyone since the neighborhood Christmas light extravaganza. Anyway, my whole opinion about routines is that you miss living if you’re always scheduling for something. It’s just easy to come home from school, run errands, go to Grandma Betty’s, work on flash cards, play outside, cook dinner, Daddy’s home, eat dinner, bathe, read, sleep SNORE. I don’t necessarily think we plan to be this boring, but again, it’s easy. So to celebrate spring and rejuvenation Avery and I planted flowers this morning. Good ol’ dirt time, just hope last a few weeks. And, we’re going to have some fun, no matter how much I’d much I’d rather sit on my tookus. I need to build memories with the kids and Dave, not just blurs.