Bill and Danni enjoyed playing a mean game of hide-n-seek. Of course Danni was much dirtier when she got home than when she left, but oh well, it's only laundry.
Last night I whined a bit about feeling fatigued to my poor husband. I walked to our playgroup, about 1 1/2 miles or so, not that far, but it was pretty warm coming home. Plus I took the girls out to a stable that does therapy on horseback, and I had Enoch and Danni along, so my hands were full there (and all I wanted to do was jump on a horse and run for the hills, and Muncie is flat, so I would have been running for a long time...). I realized how much I miss my horses and property and places for the kids to run and work, so I was feeling a little sorry for myself because my life wasn't what I thought it should be. And then I went upstairs to sit and nurse my baby and Bill came in and sat at my feet and gave me a wonderful foot rub, it was then that I realized I have a perfect life!