It was one of those days when almost nothing was so special, and yet everything was.
Mr. December and the kids graciously let me sleep in until 10:15. When I woke up, I took both kids to the grocery store (in the bakfiets!) and shopped. K was so happy, so enthusiastic about everything she saw. We rode back home, an easy ride down a gradual slope. We unpacked groceries. We ate lunch.
(N was offered some delicious and fresh scrambled eggs made with cream. He categorically refused to eat them. Five minutes after I had put him on the floor to play, I heard him smacking his lips. There he sat under the table, happily munching on stale cheerios and pita from goodness-knows-when.)
The kids napped. I cleaned up the kitchen at a leisurely pace while Mr. December mowed the lawn. Since today was Lag B’omer, we set up some flagstones as a makeshift firepit for our playdate later on. I cleaned the backyard toys.
In Israel Lag B’omer is celebrated with bonfires, bows and arrows, and barbecues. At 4:30 some friends from shul joined us for a very small cookout. The kids collected sticks for the fire, we roasted hot dogs, we made s’mores, we taught them to use a bow and arrow (plastic with suction-cup tips, from the dollar store), and had a singalong. The 3-year-olds spent most of their time in the clubhouse, jumping up and down and shrieking. N played with another baby just a month older than he, and tried to eat every stick he discovered as he crawled across the grass. Everyone was sooty and filthy. We had a marvellous time.
Mr. December left to take the kids to the in-laws for a sleepover, and I settled into the hammock for a while. I called my mum. I cleared the patio table. I planted baby corn and potatoes. And now here I am, in a house that smells vaguely of campfire, blogging and making plans for a hot bath.
Too many words. Here are some of the highlights:
I hope your day was beautiful too!