Golden Day

Yesterday was one of those days–a rare and fleeting golden day. Henry and Annabelle woke up happy, ate all their breakfast, took a bath, let me go to yoga, etc.
Annabelle is always a sweet conscientious child, but today, she deserves three gold stars. We went to Gym Rompers, their favorite weekly activity, and a little girl tried to push Henry. Annabelle ran up and stood next to him to protect him. Then, they put a big basket of instruments in the middle of the floor for the kids to pick one, and Henry wanted to, so he toddled out there, but got scared and ran back to me. Annabelle watched this whole thing and went to the basket herself and picked out an instrument and brought it back for Henry. So sweet! It was just one of those days. Smooth nap, smooth bedtime.
Today on the other hand, was crazy. And bedtime–just bring the straightjacket for me now.
They are usually asleep by 7:30pm. Tonight they went to bed at 8:30. It may seem like only an hour, but when you’re lying in bed with a one -year-old rolling back and forth and a three-year-old who wants to change her underwear every five minutes so she can wear all her new Little Mermaid underwear… you see what I’m getting at?
Wooo! I feel much better after going to Allison’s place downstairs to pop popcorn. You may be wondering why I don’t have a microwave so I can pop my own popcorn. That’s an excellent question. I have no idea what the answer is, except that every time I think I need to buy one, I can think of a million things I’d rather spend the money on. But with my love of popcorn, not to mention the occasional meal I’d like to cook in less than two hours, I see one appearing very soon in my future.