A few weeks ago, Tyler was not feeling well. So he planted himself in the big chair and just laid still for a while. Quinn feeling worried about him, sat on the ottoman and proceeded to tell stories to her brother and do whatever she thought of to make him feel better.

It totally melts my heart when they tune into each other and try to make the other feel better.

She loves Chase. She loves animals. She loves to make them beds with pillows and blankets. I try to explain that isn’t always Chase’s thing, but she disagrees and moves ahead with her plan.

Really, Chase doesn’t seem to mind. Looks like a comfy bed. So much so that Quinn decides to join him and play peek-a-boo with me!

All around the mulberry bush,
the money chased the weasel.
The monkey thought it was all in sport,
POP goes the weasel!

Some days things just seem to flow. We are all in rhythm with each other. They cooperate with my requests and I indulge theirs. There is a quiet understanding. These are days I cherish.

A moment shared at the door to their castle.

Coming into the kitchen seeing the shoes taken off right where I had asked and a home found for the sticks. Then later taking a peek outside and wondering just what they were up to earlier.

Seeing the remnants of the banana milk (which was bananas mashed in water) recipe where I asked them to limit their recipe to 2 bananas to which they say, “we only need one” (as opposed to using them all). They are serious and focused (read: no banana mash fights).

Laughing because when they brought me the finished product and asked me to taste it, I commented that it tasted “interesting”. They then walked off exclaiming, “she liked it!”

Watching the weather change wondering what is on its way. And being thankful for new indoor fun that helps the kids to get their energy out and smiling at Quinn’s small adjustment (tiny stool) so that she to can partake of the fun!

So it was an evening like any other – the kids are FINALLY asleep and we are relaxing into the evening. I walk to the kitchen to make some tea when I notice something out of the corner of my eye.

I realize there was a child hiding under the coffee table with the dog. He had been there maybe 10 or 15 minutes at least. So after making my tea, I walk to the office being non-nonchalant and inform Daddy that he needs to grab the camera and go see what is in under the coffee table.

After we got him back to bed, Chris and I shared a few giggles over this one…