honeybunch

Steve is away for a few days which means a) we had pancakes for dinner tonight, b) the kids were in bed at 8:00, and c) I am counting down to 10:00, a plate of cheese and grapes at my side (because carbs just go right through me). Flipping Out, my favourite show, is on and I can finally see just went down with Jenny and Chris without Steve rolling his eyes and muttering disapprovingly. Life is good.

My kids are used to me photographing their food, their feet and occasionally their faces, but taking pictures - with flash - while they're sleeping is new. When you live in a bungalow privacy and the separation of living and sleeping areas is something of an illusion. A game, really, but a game that we all play. At night we, the grown-ups, tuck the kids into bed and say good-night, and then we walk seven feet down the hallway to the living room/kitchen where we talk, make popcorn and watch television as if the kids couldn't hear a thing. This, even though I could hear them breathing if the TV weren't so damn loud. To their credit the kids stay in bed. And our part of the deal is that we ignore the scurrying, the giggling and the occasional thud that emanates from down the hall. Until they're asleep and then we investigate. Tonight I found Stella had created nice little sleeping dens for her favourite animals. I like that they're sleeping cozily in pairs. Along with her bed sheet and some clothes, that's her turquoise swimsuit bottom in the foreground. Kids are funny.