1. getting out of our snowed in garage.
2. when the sun finally comes up.
3. stocking up on groceries in case the snow shows up again.
4. coming fully prepared with snacks and entertainment for a very long wait at the tire shop.
5. incredibly patient kids.

What happens when fall and winter happen at the same time.

1. sitting in my quiet house.
2. cleaning my surprisingly dirty dishwasher.
3. getting through my entire morning routine without the interference of children.
4. not having to share my bacon with anyone.
5. having time for “my” things.

Fall at the park.

1. the pleasant surprise of the accidental rainbow inside of the dishwasher.
2. brand new baking sheets, completely unscathed by culinary misadventures.
3. using up a $10 gift card that has been in my wallet for 2 years.
4. toddlers that can pee in the toilet without having a panic attack.
5. striking a balance between getting shit done and being good to myself.

The elusive dishwasher rainbow

1. being able to comfort my daughter in the moment that she truly comprehended what it means when something, even her friend the bumblebee, dies.
2. the genuine emotions that come pouring out of young kids.
3. feeling my heart fill with love and aching at the same time.
4. giant bear hugs.
5. our amazing kids.

1. waking up before everyone else.
2. “Mama, are you SURE it’s morning?” – 4yo looking out the window on this very dark, wet, and smoky day.
3. family that sent us home with leftovers yesterday so I don’t have to cook today.
4. surviving five days of solo parenting.
5. tackling the first couple of items from my pile of stuff to be fixed.

A smoky morning lego party