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Saturday morning means quiet, at home, a large mug of creamy coffee, and listening to NPR’s Weekend Edition. Maybe it is a part of growing older that those things bring me so much enjoyment and become such a favorite part of my week. It doesn’t sound sexy or cool, but it is home for me. When one of those ingredients is missing, the weekend feels less like a weekend. 15 degrees, cloudy and still.

11:15 AM
Jacob loves peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He used to eat them quartered in four equal squares, but has recently discovered the triangle and now prefers his sandwiches cut on the bias into four equal triangle shapes. His first four bites always consist of one bite from each of the four sections, and now that he has triangles, he always bites to point off of each triangle first. I’ve always wondered if he is checking for any difference in the taste between the sections, perhaps hoping the next section will be better.

12:14 PM
Jacob: “Want to watch Sesame Street pod caaast.” A statement, and not a question. Stephanie has been downloading five-minute Sesame Street podcasts for Jacob, and he loves watching them again and again. It is amazing to me that my son knows (on some level at least) what a podcast is and can ask for it. 19 degrees and snowing heavily.

2:21 PM
Jacob is taking a nap. Jamiee is out wandering around bored. The house is very quiet. What do I do now? 21 degrees and still snowing, lightly.

4:35 PM
After naps for both of us, we ate a little snack and went traipsing through the deep snow outside. We made tracks, threw snow in the air, uncovered buried basketballs strewn randomly on the outdoor court (mysterious lumps in otherwise perfectly flat and even snow). We slid down the big eight-foot slide on the new playground, swung and swung and swung, before finally heading reluctantly back inside. 18 degrees and snowing light, slow, widely spaced flakes.

Posted on Saturday, November 3, 2007 at 01:01PM by Registered CommenterBrian Rozell | Comments1 Comment

Reader Comments (1)

Walking in the snow and playing sounds like a good time to me. Wish I could be there to slide and swing in the snow with you all.

Love MOM
November 5, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMom (Kathy)

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