And then . . .

after we all filled ourselves with after-church snacks; and Abe, Penny and I played one rousing hand of SkipBo; and half of us passed out for afternoon naps throughout various parts of the house (in beds, cribs and couches); and after we’d eaten (and even cleaned up) a lovely Sunday dinner -- complete with mashed potatoes and gravy (you know we’re serious about it being a Sunday dinner when we go to all the trouble of peeling and mashing); we went on a Sunday walk.

And everyone was totally happy . . . except for Penny for a minute when we told her she couldn’t run on the steep, jagged rocks she’d climbed up . . . and everyone for a minute when I made us leave the exciting new trail we’d found to go back the way we’d come to find the lens cap I’d dropped . . . and Anders when he got overwhelmed by trying to come down too-steep hills he’d followed siblings up . . . and Anders when we ever tried to put him in the stroller to hurry things along . . . and Anders when he dropped “Ducky” in the dirt and got him all dirty. But other than that? Totally happy. Or, at least, totally happy enough.