the clock hits 8pm. pajamas are on. bedtime for most. but we head outside.
dad mowed the lawn.
eli turned the bubble machine on and caught them as they flew towards the moon.
emma and i picked tomatoes.
9:15pm and i was almost done watering. a praying mantis jumped on me and started crawling up my arm. typically i would flip out, i cannot stand those garden friends. but, in the darkness of the night, it wasn't as terrifying.
this nightly routine is why we cannot get to bed at a decent hour. what's a decent hour anyways?
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