Pancakes for dinner.
Cohen playing quietly on the floor while Brett, passed out and fast asleep, sits on the couch and Kembry plays in the bath tub.
I love low-stress, low-key, low-activity evenings.
I know it will come to an end, sooner than later. Kembry will get sick of the bath, run around naked and wet. Cohen will then decide HE wanted to take a bath. Why didn't HE get to take a bath? Despite the fact I begged him to TAKE A BATH! Haha.
Then I'll have to poke Brett in the eye to get him to get the kids ready for bed...almost as much work to get him to do it as it would be to do it myself. Luckily, I can bug him from the couch, whereas if I had to put them to bed, I'd have to move.
Poking it'll be.
So, until the peace and quiet ends, I will sit and bask. Bask, bask, bask.