Rambles from Krista

As I type this post, there is a 10-month-old little beauty sleeping in my left arm (thank God it's my left, or I'd be here for an hour typing this out).  There is also a 9-year-old in the other room quietly doing his homework. We just had a mini-date at Jamba, so his tummy is full which means his brain is hard at work. 

So it is just how I like it around here: Quiet. 

I mean, I don't always like it quiet; some of the boys' bickering matches are highly entertaining. It's amazing how the cliche "Is not! Is too!" battles are used by real-life kids. Weird, actually. For the most part, however, silent time with no bickering can be just as good as an entire bag of Thin Mints after a few days without sugar. Not that I would know what that's like or anything.

Speaking of Thin Mints, though, when I was like, 10, I ordered a box from a red-haired Girl Scout in my class. When the cookies came in, she gave them to me (w/o payment--not a very good business move, ok) and of course I had no money, so day after day after day she asked me for it. Then one day she stopped. I'm assuming her parents paid for the box I had the audacity to purchase, so thanks to them I never had to tell my parents about my first "impulse buy". I still feel a little guilty about it all, but the cookies were sooooo good---mint and chocolate and crunch were made in heaven, I tell ya. That box never had a chance.....it was finished before I even got home. 

But anyway, back to quiet-

It's just so good for the soul, too. Like when I was driving to pick up ET from school today, Sebbie really wanted to listen to Jack Johnson, and like I ever say no to that! But today, I just didn't want to listen to anything but the car engine, the air blowing, and my babies' voices. It was such a beautiful day, too. The windows were down, the moonroof was open, and I felt like the earth was speaking to me. Take it easy, it said. Enjoy this ride. 

So I did. Sebbie eventually won, and although J. Johnson was singing quite loudly in my ears, it didn't sound like "noise" interrupting my "quiet time". Instead, with the breeze in my hair and the smile on my son's face, it just sounded like good.