it's soccer season

which means baby and little big brother stay home with me. things are quiet and mellow.

we have time to linger over the pictures on the cards and read slow enough for chubby three year-old hands to turn the pages of the book.

when the big boys come home all sweaty and worn out but still clattering and thumping, at least one little one will be sleeping soundly. and this mama feels a little bit like the mama I used to be.