Leave no stone unturned.
Every little bit left over is a savored morsel.
Lately around these parts, we're trying to stick near the nest and soak up every last drop of this house.
Enjoying the simple things, like the treasured childhood joy of playing in the mud, followed by a torrential down pour.
This week's movie night called for an added bonus, we decided to use up the stash of M&M's by tossing them in our popcorn. Success, as if there was any doubt.
Playing in the back yard. Sister cruised all over, further drudging her clothes in mud and sand.
Emma did her usual cooking in "the lodge", Pioneer Woman's cooking show is her new favorite.
Today's special, a mud pie cooked to perfection. For Alicia, of course.
And Sophie, channeling her inner princess, tossed herself into a patch of bushes to twirl and sing.
We do leave the nest, but only for the important stuff. Dinner with friends, errands around town, and the ever so important, ballet and tap lessons.
Speaking of dinner, tomorrow night we are diving head first into my current and normal pregnancy craving of Japanese food.
Yes, I am salivating already.
The rest of the week holds appointments, including a sneak peak at out little peanut-to-be and if the baby cooperates, a little guess at if we'll remain a house of pink or if we have some blue shopping to do.
Very soon, we will leave our home. It will be very sad. As much as the excitement of the season around the corner appeals to my heart, the reality will soon sink in. This won't be our home anymore. We won't drive home, stopping for the geese to waddle by, catch the sunset over the pond, and pull into the familiarity of our haven.
This ship is setting sail and we're loaded and ready.
We've come to the table and we have cleaned our plates, savoring ever last morsel.