It’s Harrison’s last day of “school uniforms” for the year, and in daycare terms, I think that officially marks the start of summer for us! We don’t have much in the way of plans this weekend, but I’m hoping for lots of time outside with the boys.

I’ve been tucking our littlest to bed under his amazing quilt my Aunt made him. Nightime moments rocking the boys and putting them to bed, while sometimes feel overwhelming and like one more thing to do before I can relax, I always enjoy those moments with my boys the absolute most. Listening to Harrison talk to me about whatever is on his mind. Watching Jonathan fight sleep and finally give in to his heavy, droopy eyelids. It’s the most precious time as their mama right now.

Two years ago, I would have told you our oldest was an amazing eater. He ate everything! He loved it all! You know what I’d tell you now? I have a four year old. He prefers three meals only: mac and cheese, pizza, or a cheese quesadilla. He insists that he doesn’t like pretty much any food with nutritional value. And it drives me completely bananas to spend So. Much. Time. cooking for this child that I end up throwing away almost an entire meal every night.

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The other night, he announced to me that he did not like taziki sauce. None of this surprised me. He tells me all the time he doesn’t like what’s being served. I responded with my usual, “that’s ok. I’m proud of you for trying it. We keep trying things because one day we may try it and really like it.” He responded skeptically, “I’m never going to like it.”

And I said to him, “You know what? That may be true. But there are things that I didn’t used to like when I was your age, but I kept trying them and one day I tried it and thought to myself, “Wow. This is really good!” And now I eat them all the time. Like onions.”

I watched my four year old stare at me, and ponder. Really taking in what I had said, and I realized that I’ve been forgetting that my kids like to hear about when I was kid, too. That we weren’t that different from them.

Are you good about sharing stories from your own childhood with your kids? This one experience alone reminded me how bad I am about connecting with them by sharing stories of me growing up.

You guys know. I’m just living in a happy, peony daze right now. Fluffy, ruffly petals.

A quick mid-week happy hour date at a new restaurant & bar was a nice way to break up the week. I love these happy hour dates. They’re simple because the boys are still at daycare, so there’s no babysitter coordination, and so nice to get just an hour alone to catch up on whatever is going on with life.

Have a wonderful long weekend! I’ll be back on Wednesday with a garden tour!