In the afternoon, around 3:30, the children and I listen for a very
welcomed familiar sound.
The sound of a '73 Honda CB to come zooming up to our
little Lazona Estate.
When our knight (Mr. Nielson or Dad) finally shows up on his motorcycle
front of the house, he doesn't even disembark.
No, he knows better than that.
He patiently waits for the kids to come flying out
of the house for a ride before dinner.
Today, after nearly 5 minutes of fighting, it was decided that Jane could go first.
I don't know how Claire let that slide; she must have negotiated
a 15-minute back tickle before bed or something like that.
a 15-minute back tickle before bed or something like that.
When it was Claire's turn, she immediately waved to me
and yelled,
"¡hola! mom!"
I sat on a blanket in the front yard with the boys
and let them crawl all over me while feeling a sense of relief and excitement
to have Mr. Nielson home!
Oliver was super patient and waited his turn
(he went last. He always goes last).
I secretly wanted a turn, too...maybe later tonight
when the kids are snoozing?!
I'm sure Jimmy would watch the kids?
