Sunday Evenings

Pancakes made from my own special recipe.

Pancakes made from my own special recipe.

This won’t be a long post but I didn’t want to fall behind again and have to play catch up. Sunday evenings are about my girls. If it’s my weekend with them I’ve had them since Saturday morning, if it’s my ex’s weekend then I don’t get them until 4 p.m. Sunday afternoon. Regardless, I always have them Sunday evenings and our Sunday dinners are always a nice little relaxation before the school week begins anew.

Tonight I made tacos for dinner and while that wasn’t a fancy meal, it doesn’t have to be. Sometimes I make pancakes or waffles for dinner and carry on my father’s tradition of making breakfast for dinner every once in a while. I own tons of cookbooks but only open them now and then for bread or cookie recipes. Most of the dinner meals I make are ones I’ve been making for years or something I come up with on the fly. I have a decent idea what ingredients taste good together by now and while I will never have my own show on a cooking channel, I always please my most important tasters, my girls.

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Sunday in the Grass

While most of my neighbors were out busily mowing their grass today, I was out laying in it with my daughters. It was a nice sunny afternoon and with the cooler temperature there’s less bugs. Jordan helped me spread out the big, old comforter I always have in the back of my car and we all stretched out on it in the sun. As Mama Nature loves to mess with me the sun soon disappeared behind a large mass of clouds. It was still a nice day though so we stayed outside.

There was sun when we came out...

There was sun when we came out…

Jordan eventually wandered off in search of sticks and grass to weave into some sort of project. Jaycie rolled up half of the blanket like a little pea pod and I laid on my back looking up at the sky of clouds. The clouds were a dense blanket and there weren’t any discernible bunny, dog or flower shapes to pick out but it was still lovely. The roar of the neighbors’ mowers eventually subsided and the only sounds were the birds and bugs. Jazz was tied out nearby and she flopped down in the grass to enjoy the fresh air.

Jaycie the peapod

Jaycie the pea pod

Peaking out Jaycie

Peaking out Jaycie

There were lots of small butterflies fluttering around enjoying the sunshine and sipping on clover nectar. Honey bees and bumblebees were buzzing around the goldenrod gathering pollen on their back legs until they could barely move. They’re rather lucky they’re not allergic to goldenrod because my girls and I certainly are. Some days my eyes, throat and ears itch so bad I want to scream but instead I just sneeze, blow my nose and vow to remember my allergy pill at night. Even so, I’ll take this nice fall weather over the unspeakable season that comes after it.

Jordan trying to uncover Jaycie

Jordan trying to uncover Jaycie

Jordan trying to roll her sister up like a burritto

Jordan trying to roll her sister up like a burritto

I could have mowed today or trimmed my front bushes but I just wasn’t in the mood. Sunday doesn’t feel like a day that should be spent sweating and swearing doing yard work. I’ll tackle those chores later this week, they’ll still be waiting. Sundays are for sleeping in, making the girls pancakes from scratch for breakfast, hanging out in pajamas for too long, mixing up delicious apple cinnamon muffins for snacks and laying in the grass enjoying the autumn breeze. I did all that and I don’t feel like I’ve wasted the day. The slower moments count just as much as the busy ones.