A friend of mine has this really cool campaign going on – Share your ideal day and possibly have it granted. Since he mentioned this campaign to my husband and I, we both have been lost in thought. What would an ideal day look like?
Not THE ideal day – for me that’s just impossible to imagine and even if I could, why would I only wish/want for ONE ideal day? So, here is what I would call AN ideal day.
The day is preceded by a sleep filled night. A glorious night of uninterrupted 8 hours of sleep. I wake before Lucy and can actually wash my face, brush my teeth, pee, and make a chai tea before I start to hear her singing to herself in her crib. Ryan is already gone, he left early for a trail run. He is in training for a race and has to get some miles in.
When I open Lucy’s bedroom door she greets me with a big smile and happy bounces.
We get dressed and start the day with some eggs and bacon and a little bit of fruit. I have also prepared a small picnic the night before for our afternoon out. We have some cut up fresh veggies, mixed nuts, and some flank steak that we will eat in the park later.
After breakfast we decide to head to the library. We go out to the car which starts without fail and doesn’t have 3 inches of standing water in the backseat floorboards. At the Library we pick out a few books that we don’t own just yet, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Where The Wild Things Are, If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, and The Velveteen Rabbit.
After the library we head to the farmers market and pick up some free range beef, eggs, and fresh seasonal fruit and veggies for the week. I made sure to pack a cooler in the car with some ice to place these items in since we are off to the park to have a picnic with Ryan, Logan and Tyler. Lucy naps on the way to the park.
We meet up with Ryan at a little spot in the Metro Parks. Logan and Tyler arrive shortly after us. We lay out a blanket and eat lunch. We take turns telling each other how our week went. Tyler is doing really well in beauty school, Logan is perfecting his craft as a chef, and Ryan was visited by The Wizard on his run who told him that this time with the family is what counts – not all the other bullshit!
After lunch Logan and Tyler run around the open field with Lucy. Lucy’s giggle is contagious and all three kids are one big pile of giggling bodies on the ground. I can’t imagine a more perfect moment!
All the fresh air has made Lucy tired, it’s time for her long nap. We load the car up, hug and kiss Logan and Tyler goodbye (they are adults you know and have very busy lives) and we head back to the house. Lucy falls asleep within minutes and does not wake, even when I put the car in park (she knows the difference between stopped at a light and the car being put in park). I am able to lay her down to sleep a little while longer which gives me time to open a bottle of wine for dinner and start the prep work.
Ryan gets cleaned up from his run and finishes just in time to get Lucy up from her nap. I can hear him over the baby monitor asking her what she dreamed about. He says something about mermaids and dragons and Lucy just laughs. Ryan and Lucy come down stairs and Lucy’s dinner is waiting for her. She has half a burger cut up with a little bit of yellow mustard (her new favorite) and asparagus. Ryan feeds her dinner and after she is done she spends the next hour toddling around the house with Ryan not far behind. As I put the finishing touches on the two chickens I just got done molesting. Well I stuffed it with lemons and fresh sage and rubbed the outside down with grass-fed butter and garlic. I have all the fixings prepped for a veggie surprise side dish so that will take no time at all.
The chicken is in the oven and the veggies are simmering on the stove (it’s a veggie surprise – this recipe will be posted sometime in the next week) and it’s time for Lucy’s bath.
This is one of Ryan’s favorite things to do with her. While he is having a foam shark eat her toes in the tub I lay out her jammies, a fresh diaper, her lotion and the books from the library. Once she is clean, dried, rubbed down with lotion, and clothed we have her pick a book. She picks The Very Hungry Caterpillar and the three of us sit on the floor for story time. Lucy in Ryan’s lap snuggling her ‘lovey’, today it’s blue bear, she has had him since the day she was born. Ryan and I take turns reading each page. When the last page is turned Ryan kisses Lucy goodnight and I give Lucy the chance to nurse before she falls asleep.
The chicken is just about done when I come down stairs. Ryan has poured us each a glass of wine, lit some candles, and set the table. We sit down to a quiet, slowly eaten dinner, just the two of us. We don’t talk about work and we don’t talk about money. We talk about our dreams and goals – the sky is the limit we shoot nothing down. We even start throwing around baby names for the next kid (no I am not pregnant).
We clean the kitchen together making sure to make grab and go lunch portions of the leftovers. We take the bottle of wine upstairs, poke our heads in Lucy’s room to watch her sleep for just a few minutes, and then tuck ourselves into our bed and get to work on making another baby – again Lucy sleeps through the night and leaves us plenty of uninterrupted time together. (What parent of a baby wouldn’t include that in an ideal day?!)