Eastin is upstairs getting dressed after her shower and singing at the top of her lungs. "We're SOOOAARin' . . FLYYYin' . . there's not a star in heaven that we can't REEEAAACH . . "
Leslie's in the shower now. We won't see her for a few hours, most likely.
Now it's "I love my MOOMMMMY . . and my DAAADDDY . . my sister and all my FAAMMILY . . ." With accompanying dancing -- bounces, arms flailing, a flash of lime green PJs.
Keith is in his recliner, his laptop on his lap. Probably playing "Civilization", Keith's and Eastin's favorite computer game. I've resisted the urge to even try it, because I'll get addicted immediately. I know myself well.
"I LOOVVE my MOOMMMMYY . . ." Keith reminds her that it's rude to be so loud when someone else is trying to watch TV.
I'm on the sofa, laptop on my own lap. Blogging. Duh.
The dog is in "his" chair, sleeping.
"The Office" is on TV, recorded from earlier. The fire is burning in the fake . . sorry . . gas fireplace. The girls' independent reading book, The Wind in the Willows, is lying open on the coffee table, making me proud. There's also a Spongebob chapter book lying next to it, making me cringe. Also the DVD cases from Schoolhouse Rock (love it) and The Magic School Bus: Space Adventures (we're studying astronomy right now).
The box the Wii came in is still sitting on the stairs, waiting to be thrown out. But because of my Robin-blog-stress, I don't know where to throw it out. Is it recyclable cardboard? Are those inserts plastic? And if I toss it, will Keith ask me later, "Where's the box the Wii came in? Why did you throw it out?"
I put the trash and recyclables at the curb earlier: one trashcan and a pile of boxes filled with paper/cardboard trash. I haven't been able to put them out for weeks because of the bad weather. Paper trash accumulates fast during the holidays.
Now Keith's upstairs putting Eastin to bed -- which entails reading a chapter of a book with her (they're reading Lion, Witch and Wardrobe, I believe -- she and I are reading The Horse and His Boy on my nights). My turn to put Leslie to bed tonight -- we're reading The Magician's Nephew (got a Narnia theme happening here).
I'm the only one downstairs right now (other than the dog). The Office is on pause . . and it's suddenly . . . very quiet. Wow. I'm not often completely alone like this. It almost feels spooky. Eep.
Ah. Keith's back. TV's on again. The dog's licking himself. Life is good. :)