I love sleeping in. I absolutely adore sleep. I think I should always let it be the boss of me. Ahhhhh…so much better.

Today’s Five for Friday is sponsored by my children being home from school and being a bit rambunctious and seemingly devoid of any memory of how life actually works in our little house. There’s been a bit of chaos. And also life.

What we’re listening to: Philadelphia Chickens. This is a kids music CD by the awesome Sandra Boynton. It’s appropriate mostly for preschool age children, and also those reliving their preschool years while singing at the top of their lungs while driving home from Costco. One of the kids took it up to their room to blast while drawing a Minecraft Creeper. Makes sense to me.

My walk this morning was free of podcasts. Two boys came with me and they talked to me the entire 40 minutes. Saving this little trick for when I can’t get them to tell me anything. Take them on a walk and they can’t be quiet. Love it.

What we’re watching: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The sun is shining (sorta) and it’s time to send these crazies outside.

What we’re reading: Son by Lois Lowry. (It’s the last book in The Giver series. Did you even know that Giver was the first of a series??  I didn’t.) At least that’s what my middle school daughter is reading. I’m reading Presence by Amy Cuddy. She’s the one with that really great TED talk about how your body language shapes who you are.

What I’m thinking about: In’n’out. Is a 4.5 hour drive to get a burger really all that extreme of an idea??

Quote(s) I’m pondering:

Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.      – Sarah Dessen

And

“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”  –L.M. Montgomery