Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Our Last September Weekend

I wanted to go away this weekend.  I didn't have any set plans, but with the weather forecast looking to be another gorgeous one, I was longing for an adventure away from home.  When I ran the idea by Beau toward the end of the week, he was not feeling the same way.  He said we were long overdue for a weekend at home to reset a bit and conquer a few projects we've been putting off.  I was crabby at first, but after making him promise to do something fun next weekend, I concurred and made plans to make the most of our two days at home.  

Don't tell him this, but he couldn't have been more right.  It was one of the first weekends we've been home with no plans for so long.  We opened windows, washed bedding, hung our very first family pictures on the wall, and hung some curtains in our bedroom.  Saturday afternoon while Mila napped, we cleaned the garage floor to ceiling, reorganized our garage fridge, and hung the bikes on their racks for another winter season.  I organized toys and swapped them with forgotten favorites from the basement, prepped meals for the week ahead, and even wrote a paper for class.  I woke up this morning feeling a hundred pounds lighter, ready and excited to conquer this week without the added weight of what we left undone from a busy weekend.  It's good to get away on the weekends, but I had forgotten how good it feels to just be home, too.  

And while we accomplished much and are feeling giddy about our spotless garage floor, we also had plenty of time for fun this weekend, too.  A few good things from our weekend at home...       

219.  These September sunsets have been blowing my mind lately.    

220.  Friday night, we put the kids to bed and had a little date night at home on our beloved deck.  We lit all the pretty lights, got out our best linen napkins, ordered Indian food, drank wine, and I even put on some lipstick.  I never wear lipstick.  We listened to Otis Redding, talked about big and small adventures, and toasted this wildly wonderful life over extra spicy chicken curry.    

221.  Saturday morning, we continued our run of meals on our little oasis, and even invited the kids this time.  Last weekend, I was inspired by Kate's mason jars of homemade granola, and decided to revisit my granola recipe board from Pinterest.  I found a really great one from Pinch of Yum, and paired it with vanilla yogurt, fresh berries, jumbo muffins, and chai lattes.  I love how the mornings require sweatshirts and cozy socks and love propping open our big French doors from our bedroom to fill our house with all that morning light.

222.  Six months later, I feel like I'm finally getting to the little things in this house.  I needed a little while to just live in it and get a feel for the overall style I was going for.  I spent some time decorating a few of my built-ins on Saturday and love how they turned out. 

223.  We ordered pizza Saturday night and continued our string of meals on our deck.  Then, while Beau and Mila went for a little walk, Cruz and I had some uninterrupted time of Chutes and Ladders, Race to the Treasure, and lots of talks about a month of birthdays, trick-or-treating, and a much anticipated Star Wars marathon.

224.  We went to church on Sunday and Mila is *finally* a fan of the children's nursery (PTL!).  I think it wore her out, though, as she snuggled with her daddy shortly after church and fell asleep on his shoulder.  For a girl who rarely snuggles, this made her daddy's day.

225.  My parents stopped over on Sunday and we decided to throw together an impromptu dinner.  Beau was smoking a rack of ribs, and I worked up some red-skinned mashed potatoes, acorn squash, and a leafy salad.  The meal was unplanned and the kids were wild, but we ended up having this simple fun night that felt just right.  Mom and I fawned over Mila's little voice and big vocabulary as she cleaned everyone's plates and told us stories following supper, we sat on the front steps and watched the kids do lion dances as we waited for that Super Moon, and it kind of felt like the old times when we were crammed into their house last winter, waiting for this house to be done.  What a ride that was!

226.  And as that super moon turned from the brightest white to the deepest red, I laid on Mila's window seat in the dark with Mumford and Sons singing her to sleep.  The windows and blinds were cranked just enough for me to see the moon right outsider her window, and the cool breeze found my face as I laid there still and waited for her breaths to slow to that familiar consistent pace of sleep.  We ended the night with a couple of Moscow Mules on the front porch, wrapped in blankets watching that moon do its thing.  What a show it was.  

Tomorrow is October!  Keep these fall days a' coming... :)

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