This is the Life

At the risk of completely jinxing myself, I just wanted to say that I love to wake up to a clean house. I woke up this morning and my house was clean. There are few greater joys.

I had a warm breakfast of cream of wheat (one of my favorite pregnancy breakfasts…I’m always short on iron when I’m pregnant). It’s especially good when the house is a bit chilly because we left the windows open upstairs all night, and it’s about getting too cold at night to do that. However, there’s something very fall-ish about waking up in a chilly house and having to put on socks before you head downstairs. It makes me think of back to school season and sharp #2 pencils, and brand new books that crack when you open them wide, cozy sweaters, and the comfort of routine returning after the adventures of summer.

I don’t know if it’s fall I love so much, or the change of seasons that you get up here. It’s like you don’t get much of a chance to get sick of the weather because it changes just when it should. Well, winter lasts a bit long, but not long enough if you ask David. He asks me every day now how much longer he’ll have to wait for the snow. He cried last spring when it melted. Like his father, his skis are calling his name too. It’s not fall yet, but you can start to feel it coming in the air.

We continued our new habit of Knut reading from the Bible while we all sit around the table eating breakfast before he goes to work. We talked about our assigned passage for the day, and then he got his boots on and headed out the door.

Now the kids are getting dressed and cleaning their rooms before we start school while Elias and I are playing with cars and he keeps getting hit with tickle bombs.

This is the life.