Such a perfect day (well late afternoon)

I write this to preserve the moment for posterity... and to revisit on those days that are utter chaos peppered with not just a little bit of hair-tearing frustration not to mention utter exhaustion.  This afternoon was as near perfect a mommy/daughters routine afternoon as one could ever hope for.  I picked Evie up at school at 3:45.  She came running up to me excited to tell me just how much fun she had at school today and that the highlight of her day was decidedly me coming to the class to talk about water.  She then gave me a great explanation of what evaporation is (clearly my idea of ideal afternoon does involve a fair amount of geek).  We then drove to pick up Izzy with minimal complaining of hunger (even perfect is not without a bit of concern for the 5 year old stomach post a long day at school).  Upon coming into Borelys house Izzy greets me with a big smile and squeal and proceeds to book it to my feet to be picked up.  (She almost immediately wants back down again but that is to be expected at this point)  As we leave, without prompting, Izzy starts to wave bye-bye and Evie heads out the door with me the first (not 20th) time I ask her to. 

We drive to the grocery store with both girls in the back making funny raspberry noises at each other and giggling.  When we get to the store Evie runs in to get her kid cart and meets Izzy and I as we go along collecting the weeks groceries.  Evie comes and goes periodically to get a sample of this or find a "treat" to bring home.  Izzy just goes along for the ride, commenting on the whole grocery scene and smiling her intoxicating smile at just about everyone.  Genevieve helps unload the cart at checkout and Izzy contentedly sits while the groceries are checked out and paid for.  Then Evie hops onto the cart in front of me like she always does so that the "hot lava" of the asphalt outside won't melt her shoes (and I can easily get a baby and a cart and a 5 year old to the car).  Evie walks along the white line of our parking spot so as not to "melt" her shoes and casually asks me how it is that I always have hot lava proof shoes on when we buy groceries.  I load the car and then open my bubbly water, which proceeds to spray all over me but hey its hot so it actually feels pretty good and Evie reminds me that its just water and "no worries mommy it will evaporate in the hot car"  (oh the joy!)

We arrive home and Izzy happily goes into her high chair and munches on shredded cheese while Evie puts together everything she needs for a good stint of pretend around the palm tree in the front yard.  Evie plays and Izzy eats, each checking in occasionally, Izzy with a blaah...blaaah blat when she needs more cheese or puffs and Evie when she just has to tell me about the next fabulous thing her dolls were going to do.  They both went on like this, perfectly content, for the entire time it took me to put away the groceries and make a simple dinner.  Oh and the both tolerated me listening to the Rolling Stones while I did it.  Ahh the simple pleasures in a normal day!