Today, Keith was bound and determined to make it a comfy lazy day. Wearing his pajama pants, a Mine Craft tshirt and his robe, he inspected all of our clothing, critiquing it. In my sweats, hair pulled up into a messy pony, and wearing my slippers, I passed. Beth also passed. She was wearing a neon pink fleece outfit. Faye, however, in her lace shirt and sparkly blue cords did not pass.
She was devastated.
But not enough to go change.
As I was finishing up preparing dinner (I started early and just stored it in the fridge until just before Jeffrey got home from work), Keith came into the room. He was carrying a book. The sky was a lovely grey and the rain tapped out a sharp staccato on the roof. He sighed happily, requested a cup of tea, fire, and story.
I happily obliged.
As I was reading, and we were cuddling in front of the fire place, he sighed.
"Mom, rainy days are perfect for these things, aren't they?" he mused.
I ruffled his hair and smiled. He is my son through and through.
After dinner Jeffrey decided to play a game with the kids. He tells them to be things, and they act it out. Sort of like charades, I guess. It is really fun to watch. I was headed to bed because I had a headache, but couldn't resist and stayed up with them to watch. Keith being a lightning bolt is incredible. When Jeffrey called out "an elevator," Keith and Faye joined up. Keith instructed, "I'll be the box, you be the buttons, Faye," And they carried it out. I laughed for a long time. I don't think I even properly saw their interpretation, my eyes were squished tight in laughter. I was so glad to be sitting down right then as I know I would have fallen over.
And they started to be family members. They were me, Jeffrey, each other, Beth, and possibly my favorite, their grandparents. They were so accurate! Keith is a great little impersonator.
My headache finally past the point of endurance. I was really tired. So I proclaimed I was going to bed, and the kids needed to follow suit and go get in their beds. Keith retorted that he needed to be tucked in or he wouldn't be able to sleep. And with that, he followed me into my room and climbed into bed with me. Faye was not far behind. I lay cuddling with my cuties and just loving the moment. Keith and I chatted for a bit, and then, they both fell asleep. Keith and Faye and I, all squished into our bed, which Faye calls the Clown bed (like a clown car, because it is so little).
After we got the kids to bed, I couldn't resist. I just had to record our day. Because Keith was right.
It was a perfect rainy day.