Snapshot of a Saturday night between 8:30 and 8:35pm

It's dark outside, and a little windy, but it's warm, so it won't rain.  It smells of wet dirt outside, but it won't rain.  At least, I don't think it will rain.  I don't know anything about today's weather.  We've been watching cartoons.  

Lennon and Harrison are both wearing long t-shirts.  I'm envious of their pantslessness, but I have boundaries and lines and rules about that sort of thing.  My jeans stay put, but I take my socks off, because it's Saturday night, and I'm setting the dress code.  

I go ahead and give Harrison a bottle.  He doesn't need a bottle.  He doesn't even necessarily LIKE bottles.  But he hasn't done the "Toddler Fall" once today, and he may have said "nen-nen" which is way too close to Lennon.  I feel like his babyhood is slipping through my fingers.  I will rock him to sleep tonight.  I bet Lennon lets me rock her to sleep, too.  

Harrison is playing on a rocking horse, and pretending to read a junk mail brochure for Home Improvement companies.  Lennon is measuring the television and the walls and her foot with a tape measure she found in the hall drawer.  They are completely clueless about how adorable they are being.  

Eric isn't home.  He's out getting me a shaved ice from a place called Bahama Bucks.  I won't apologize for the name, because their peach and lemon flavors reminds me of my dad, who I miss tonight.  I love my husband.  I really, honestly love him.  

The house is a clean messy.  The overhead lights in the kitchen and living room are creating a color experience I haven't found a name for, but that everyone knows (poorly-lit room at night?  close enough...)  I hear a clock, and an air-conditioner, and the creaking of the rocking horse, and the crackling of metal from the measuring tape, and the faint sound of a garage door opening, and I feel really happy tonight.  Thanks for stopping by to read about it.