The wooden train tracks are found in every nook and cranny at the end of the day… the giant bag of hubby’s hockey gear spills its guts into our small space… art projects lay around wondering where they belong in the chaos… crayons, felt food, real food, books and hot wheels all vie for space under the edge of our sofa… a snowboard propped in our dining room (is it really a room? maybe just a space)…
All signs of well lived days, but the small space (700 sq feet!) we live in has lately been giving this mama cause to dream dream dream of an extra few square feet of living. Or maybe a few hundred more sq feet! After our trip back to the prairies, and visiting different family in their big beautiful homes (HI TONYA AND WAYNE!), I must admit a little envy for the affordable BIG spaces available out there, given a different postal code!
Alas, we live in an expensive coastal city and have limited resources in the scope of real estate in this place… SO I must take refuge that I have a gorgeous big old house waiting for me in… dream land! In my little bits of quiet free time, I have been cutting pictures out of magazines and browsing the internet for images of the perfect: 1) a big bright bed, king size of course, with room for everyone! 2) a glowing and warm fire place (wood or gas, I’m not picky!) 3) a bright beautiful dining room as a place to spread out with some of the fun things that fill our days…
In the mean time I catch myself and try to remember to slow down and enjoy the many small moments of living that make this small house very warm- like our little ritual of tea/hot cocoa after nap time, as Finn has been waking from his nap after the sun has already set. As we sit at the table, I can’t help but stare at this growing boy, just delighting in his funniness and these times we have together… that sister is growing fast and our “time for 2″ will be soon “time for 3″. I love to watch as he sips his hot cocoa, sets down the cup, and gives me a happy little sigh, shudder and smile. Now see? He could care less about the square footage of our place, or the style of our sofa… he seems to be pretty happy with things the way they are. Good lesson to be learned from the kid, hey?
But won’t stop me from dreaming!
Here’s my guy, spending his own time dreaming- loading the coal into the fire box of the steam train, he’s the engineer, of course! You can’t see the wooden spoon (shovel) and slipper on his hand (glove), but he’s got his goggles and hat that make it official. He kept yelling out “HOT! HOT!” as he pretended to scoop coal into the washing machine. This kid cracks me up!