Evening Fillers

I would never make it in that part of Alaska, where it stays dark for the better part of a day, every day, for weeks on end.  It’s a solid word of truth that I flat-out ADORE a dark, cloudy, rainy day, but what I don’t like is the NIGHTTIME kind of dark.

It’s because when the nighttime kind of dark strikes, my brain says, “Whoa.  Better get the pajamas on.  Let’s hurry up and get into bed, because DARK, DARK, DARK.”  It’s like a siren signaling an invasion.

DARK, DARK, DARK.

DARK, DARK, DARK.

With this time change, it feels like it’s dark at lunchtime now, so we’ve been trying to sit around the kettle in the fireplace and think of things to occupy our time in the evenings, exactly like Charles and Caroline Ingalls would have done it.  I don’t want the world to think that I could never have been a pioneer.

Okay.

I could never have been a pioneer.

It’s because God made me for such a time as this, and my time involves central air conditioning and lattes and HGTV‘s magazine, and an indoor bathroom that has too many advantages over the outhouse to list.

Namely, Charmin.

And White Citrus pump soap at the sink from Bath and Body Works.

Anyway.

We have to convince Thing 2 that it isn’t his bedtime at 5:30, too.  That has a whole lot to do with the small fact that Hubs and I yanked that kid’s nap away a few months ago, in a last-ditch effort to get him to sleep through the night.  We just felt that… AT THE TENDER AGE OF THREE… someone had better be sleeping all night, if they want to continue with the free room and board, so we threw caution to the wind and struck the nap from the daily itinerary.

That was when we were handed the miracle of HE SLEEPS!  But, since the kid goes at a speed similar to a rocket launch, all the livelong day, and since he gets up at 5:00 most mornings, he’s PLUM DADGUM WORN OUT when the DARK, DARK, DARK siren goes off.

And that is when he starts telling us, “I need a nap!  I’m sleepy!”

So… we keep the kiddo moving and shaking, right up until 7 PM, and then boom!  He gets his teeth brushed and his pajamas on; his mama rocks him, and he’s out from 7:15 PM to 5:15 AM.

I won’t lie.  Sleeping through the night has been life changing…

… mainly for Thing 2’s parents.

This week, our STAY AWAKE FOR ANOTHER NINETY MINUTES activities included the boys building tractors together with Legos…

IMG_7222 IMG_7230 IMG_7231… and using a baking tray full of plain-Jane, white rice to drive toy combines around in.

IMG_7233 IMG_7232 IMG_7234I’m not going to lie.

By the time Thing 2 was finished with that pan, all of the rice was on my living room floor.  We could’ve made snow angels and practiced our cross-country skiing.

Charles and Caroline are going to have to rethink the rice bin, because it’s too hard to shovel the little house’s living room by candlelight in the evenings.

Cheers to making it until 7:00 again tonight.

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