my sweet boys: a perfect day

One day last week, Teague and I dropped Neland off at school. We ran home to pick up Dali (it's always exciting to have Dali in the car). We took her to get her nails clipped, then decided to walk on the greenways. Walking on the greenways with Teague is a practice in patience and enjoying every little thing to been seen. There were acorns to pick up and throw, leaves to collect, rocks to find and ducks to search for, and not find.

We ran into a friend on our walk, one that Teague has known since he was born. Usually no matter what, he's shy and wants to be held and hide his face in my shoulder (really the exact opposite of his personality) but for some reason, he wanted my friend to hold him, and hold him and hold him. I think she liked it too, they were good buddies when he was a tiny baby - she was always snuggling him.

Teague kept walking, and walking. I'd ask if he was ready to turn around, and he'd refuse. I'd offer up lunch, he'd still refuse. I knew what was coming though. He was going to walk as far as he could and then ask to be carried back. That was exactly what happened (although I think he'd wanted me to walk until we found ducks).

We picked up Neland after a quick lunch at home and headed back home for naps and quiet time. Teague must have forgotten to tell me he was going to refuse to nap this day (as most days now it seems). While my fingers were crossed that he would actually go to sleep, Neland and I did some "school" work. He's up to about 35 high frequency words and we're starting some simple math.

I'd promised Neland we'd make banana bread while Teague napped, so we started. Teague joined us halfway through when I realized he wasn't going to sleep.