Robs gets out of school every day at 2:50something.

And everyday at right about 1:00,

Erik starts getting restless and asking if it's time to pick her up.

It's not.

So we have a smoothie and wash dishes.

He and his cars pull up a chair, and I stay quiet...

So they can talk. And talk. And talk.

Occasionally he has me watch a sweet jump, or a big splash...

but mostly I'm a wallflower in his wide open world.

It's dreamy.

When we first moved into this house- I was nervous about having no dishwasher.

I imagined having piles, and piles of dishes needing to be washed...

Every.Single.Day.

Turns out it's not such a bad thing.