A perfect, ordinary day.

Yesterday, in all of its simplicity and beauty, was one of the closest to perfection a day can be.

Weekends are, hands down, my favorite days. Simply because those are the 2 or 3 full days that the four of us get to spend together, uninterrupted, unhinged, without worry or means, with no other obligations. We get to choose if that time is spent with other people or doing other things. It's our time as a little family.

Sunday proved to be a lazy morning of biscuits and gravy, too many loads of laundry, cutting out pieces of fabric to B's comforter, building blocks, playing "kitchen," and spending hours talking to the three people I cherish most in this world.

It was indeed, nothing extraordinary.

We then ventured down to the baby fair a few blocks from our house. Go figure, now that we're done having babies and have discovered all the resources exhibited there, this is the first year we've heard of it.

But the kids had a blast listening to Dr. Seuss books being read, jumping in the bounce house, playing games, blowing bubbles and coloring. Later, after we'd left I asked Miss H what her favorite part was, to which she replied, "Oh, just S (her bff's mom)."

It was decided, upon leaving, that J would venture home to feed Duckie and get the car, while the babes and I carried on to the park, before meeting up with him to eat at a local restaurant.

During our walk in frigid temperatures, but lots of sunshine and no wind, H and I talked about how cracks are created in the sidewalks and why shadows can't be seen in the shade. We found different letters of the alphabet in signs, and played, "Stop and Go" while Momma learned to let her baby girl be the free range kid she wants her to be.

At the park H played on monkey bars and obstacle courses. She spun until she was so dizzy she couldn't stand. B finally awoke from his snugly spot in the Ergo, nestled close to my heart, and fought the desire to play against staying put warm in the Ergo. Finally, his need to run about won out and he was off, chasing some blonde toddler who squealed every time B roared (he currently responds to "Dinosaur B...").

When J finally texted to say he was on his way to eat, the kids and I walked over to meet him, watching police cars and fire trucks rush out from their respective stations, much to the littles delight.

We'd planned on dining on Ethiopian cuisine, but as they were not yet open we ventured off for some local Thai where we ate too much curry and drank too much tea and the kids were so well-behaved I was fairly certain they were pod people.

Nothing extraordinary happened, and yet it was perfect. Or the closest thing to it. Just a simple day with the simple people I adore.

A perfect, ordinary day.