Saturday

Not much happened

Clayton drove to HyVee to get the heavy whipping cream I had forgotten for his scone recipe. When he returned, he made blueberry and chocolate chip ones. I ate each kind, then broke off several small pieces of another blueberry one so it didn’t seem like I actually ate a third.

Bri came over with her toddler. I got out the Pikler triangle, the climbing arch, and the slide with the rock wall on the other side. I moved the ottoman out of the living room so everything could fit. I could tell Clayton thought this was all a bad idea.

The kids went downstairs to play. Caroline drew a family portrait. I emptied the dishwasher and dropped the big Pyrex — it shattered into dozens of pieces. I picked it up and made lunch. Heated up the leftover pizza I had ordered too much of the night before and made a salad.

I changed the baby on the West Elm rug I bought on Facebook Marketplace five years ago for $150. Clayton is always asking why I don’t use the nice changing table we have. I unclamped his diaper and wiped his bottom, which sent a squirt of poop straight onto the rug. It’s my favorite rug in the whole house. It’s the only thing from West Elm. I got the Folex. I covered the area with the hot pink hand towel I’ve been meaning to donate.

I put the baby down for a nap and analyzed his current wake windows and 30-minute sleep cycles with ChatGPT.

I carried Bri’s toddler out to her car.

I told Clayton we’d make homemade Crunchwrap Supremes for dinner. I didn’t get the oversized tortillas we’d need to make it work. We ate open-face tostadas I kept calling tortas.

The girls listened to the Arthur podcast on their headphones. A new season is finally out.

I made green tea multiple times and kept heating it up in the microwave when it sat too long. I drank two cups of coffee in the morning and realized I didn’t need another. I just wanted something warm.

We watched the Mizzou game while the girls did gymnastics on the back of the couch. Thomas rolled over. I FaceTimed my mom. I emailed Doyle about painting the attic. I thought about purging everything but was proud of myself for being able to restrain the instinct and instead just organized the bottles.

I made a charcuterie snack plate with dried apricots and cherry tomatoes. We played Candy Land. The girls took a shower with the plug in the drain so they could end the shower with a bath.

I let the girls use Windex and could tell Clayton thought that was a bad idea when he said, “Windex… I didn’t know we still used that.”

We played guess the word on the dry erase board. The girls wore their pajamas all day. Clayton ran outside for two hours. We drank Kefir. I let the baby lick an orange.