quiet

With the two boys off to swimming and my wonderful man at work last night, i actually had an hour or so of quiet. This is so rare in our household that I hardly wanted to move in case I made a sound. Eventually I did move -- washed dishes, made bread. Went for a walk with my mom.

The quiet ended when Sam came through the door after swimming with stories of everyone he met on the way home ("she had a big dog, Mom, but it was friendly."). Liam decided to spend the night with a friend, so it was just Sam and me for the rest of the night. Time with Sam can never be considered "quiet" (that boy never stops talking!) but it was quieter, relaxing and peaceful. And the apartment smelled of fresh baked bread.