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A Kind of Day

A Kind of Day

Today was a runaround kind of day.

First to Tiny Town for a playdate with the neighbor, then the public library, then up and down the highway to nowhere in particular as I waited for my oldest to fall asleep in the car. He didn't. We drove home and he watched Ratatouille while the baby and I napped. 

It was a three cups of coffee kind of day, and ice cream cones after dinner from the ice cream shop down the road. The oldest had his usual: a scoop of vanilla in a dish with rainbow sprinkles and a cone on top. After he'd had enough, he fed big, dripping spoonfuls to the baby, who stood nearby like a dog waiting for table scraps and took each bite eagerly, laughing in between. 

It was a kitchen table covered in Legos kind of day, and a swing the kids around by the ankles to make them laugh kind of day, and a playing recordings of old records while cuddling under the covers kind of day. The kids crouched around the Bluetooth speaker while I queued up "Mickey Mouse's Birthday Party" and "Mickey and the Beanstalk," and we all listened, rapt, not minding the occasional scratches or the lack of pictures. 

It was a spitting in test tubes kind of day, then screwing on the funny caps filled with blue "stabilizing liquid" and sealing them inside a bag inside a prepaid mailer addressed to Ancestry.  

It was a write another blog post kind of day. 

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