Dinner is easy. We still haven't unpacked pots, pans, or utensils so R brings home salads. I halve V's cherry tomatoes to go with her grated cheese, cucumbers, and grilled chicken. R and my salads seem small - our cherry tomatoes are halved for us and there's not a lot of chicken. Irritating.
Even after eating out, there are dishes to wash. Sippy cups, snack holders, a coffee travel mug. So I get the dishpan while R takes V outside in just her diaper to jump on her toddler trampoline. It's practically the ultimate freedom for her, jumping half naked in the afternoon sun. I hear her shrieks of joy and R's laughter as I begin to wash. Standing at the sink, I try to come up with a plan for where to put things in the kitchen. It's a big kitchen - large enough for the buffet I ordered to store the dishes - but there is minimal cabinet space. I decide that this is our year of living smaller. I'm going to pack away the bigger plates and use the smaller ones. We'll pack up most of our rather large coffee mug collection and just keep our absolute favorites out, like the one from South of the Border, SC, and the "Don't Mess with Texas" mug.
I want a utility shelf for the back porch. Cans will go on the top shelf, bulk items in the middle, and art supplies will go on the bottom so that V can reach them easily. I have big plans. I want to get a small, folding table that I saw at Sam's Club for her to do art on. It can stay on the back porch with the washer and dryer and we'll fold it out when she needs it. I want to get a little tablecloth for it for the tea parties. Not sure where to put the kid-sized chairs though. I'm thinking of the tea set I have packed away for V that she hasn't seen yet. I don't think I can wait until October to give it to her for her birthday. I got a vintage one-cup teapot on ebay and a set of espresso cups and saucers. It's going to be fabulous fun.
V and I hung a bird feeder earlier in the day. She spread seeds around the yard so the birds can find the feeder. Another baby job. I want to get at least one more feeder and a birdbath. I want V to start learning her birds, to hear their various songs, to start noticing the details.
These are the things I think of while I'm happily washing dishes. I've been looking out the kitchen window for the brown hare that has been dining on the clover in the backyard the past couple of days, but he's not around today. But I'm not worried; he'll be back.
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