I'm beginning to implement ways to simplify our lives. To prevent burnout. To bring more quality to this quantity of life we've bitten off. We eat all our meals out on the back porch--breakfast, lunch, dinner. Less cemented-to-the-floor bran flakes below the highchair, less dried milk drools on the table that take five minutes each to scrub off, less cheerios scattered across the room, less crumby chairs. Now, one weekly sweep outdoors and a hose squirt to the highchair.
So tonight I fired up the grill to enhance our al fresco experience. Craig had Lucy and Seth at soccer practice and Hazel went to bed early after a skipped nap. When they got home the sun had relented its light just enough to invite candle-lit lanterns (which lanterns Craig dislikes because he knocks his head on them every time he walks out onto the grass, which I'm not concerned about because he doesn't walk out onto the grass very often--I'm the mower and trimmer of the lawn). It was lovely, albeit a bit warm and sweaty.