Life's simple pleasures

Yesterday was a boiling hot day. So hot, that it was better to remain indoors.

Staying indoors all day with a 3 month old and an active 19 month old can be challenging, especially if they're on different schedules. Generally, the little ones go down for their afternoon naps at the same time, which provides their mama with some time to chill and take a load off. Whether it means time to nap, do some cleaning/cooking or being inspired to sit and write a blog entry, their nap time is just as important to mama as it is to them.

No such luck yesterday. I put them both down and could hear the little guy having animated conversations with his stuffed animals. I love standing near the closed door of his room and listening in...How I wish I understood his very own little language...Then I'd know what he was telling his furry little friends...

After some animated conversation, he started getting antsy. "I'll let him stay there for 15 more minutes", I told myself "and if he's still antsy, I'll take him out of bed". Fifteen minutes later, he was sounding more than ready to put an end to his conversation and come out to play.

"What should I do with my sweet little boy right now?" How can I provide for a really fun activity while his little sister is still in lalaland?", I asked myself....I thought for a couple of minutes and...Ahhh....The lightbulb went on! Or as we say here in Israel, "Nafal Ha"Aseemon".Before going to get him, I put on my bathing suit, filled up our tub with cool water, bubbles and his favorite bath toys. Then I went to get him from his room and brought him into our indoor "swimming pool". In we went. He was in heaven. We both were. He had the time of his life soaking his Ima (and flooding the entire bathroom floor) and his Ima enjoyed every second of his joy and laughter, even though it meant no "chill time"...

Sometimes life's simple pleasures, like experiencing the musical sounds of our little ones' unadulterated laughter beats any ol' nap, load of laundry or "feet up on the couch".

With Love,

Cigal