I could get used to this country-ish living. With beautiful, if unpredictable, spring weather and our new abundance of flat land, the nearby river trail beckons daily. School mornings and bedtime, though, don’t necessarily agree with post-dinner bike rides and walks. Add to that our dinner time being shifted half an hour later to accommodate our boarder’s work schedule, and by the time we’re home everyone’s more than ready to hit the hay.
Well, almost everyone.
It’s exactly the same half an hour later…three sweet sleeping faces and one laughing, singing, rolling-around maniac. He does eventually fall asleep, only to be raring to go at 5:30 the next morning, much to the chagrin of our elderly neighbour who fails to appreciate the 6:00 am piano playing. We may not be the best neighbours in the ‘hood :)