The arrival of the bus is pretty much Eleanor and Theodore's favorite part of the day. A few minutes before it's scheduled to arrive, we head outside and wait.
We take silly pictures, investigate falling leaves, and spread dandelion seeds.
I feel guilt over the deterioration of the flower beds and the insane progress the field bindweed has made. The bus pulls up, Eleanor jumps on board for five seconds of actually getting to be on the bus, and Theodore waits eagerly.
Abigail gets off wearing someone else's pants. Apparently potty training: day 2 didn't go so well.
The bus drives away, we all wave, and the kids tromp inside, and promptly begin fighting. But tonight when they go to bed, they'll tell me about when Abigail came home on the bus, having forgotten all about the arguing that came afterward.
The kitties favorite part of the day comes after the kids go to bed at night. If I'm on the couch with a book, there are two kittens sleeping on my lap, tangled in a warm, purring ball.
One of my favorite parts of the day is getting dressed in the morning. Even un-showered with no make up because I am down 40 lbs since January. Every day that I get dressed, my clothes fit better than they did last time, because I am dependably loosing 2-3 lbs per week. I weigh what I did when I got pregnant with Eleanor. I have only 20 lbs to go.