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The boys went back to kindergarten today after a solid five week summer vacation filled with barbecues, water guns, bike riding, bug-catching, fireworks in the driveway, donuts for dinner, Covid fevers, Netflix binges, running up and down the street with the neighborhood kids, ice cream, a trip to grandma and grandpa's house, and more but I'm tired just thinking about it now.

Kenzo was especially excited to put his school uniform on this morning after the long break. He and Osamu even put on an undershirt. True professionals. 


Since Eri quit her job at the end of last month, she's dived back into full-time mom mode. She's so amazing at it too. 

Over the last month I've been kind of taking advantage of the leeway time in the mornings to stay up a little later and sleep a little later in the morning. It's afforded me the chance, after everyone else goes to sleep, to read without checking the time, go for a cool nighttime walk without worry, and watch some TV show episodes from beginning to end in one sitting. I binged Ted Lasso and cried with joy so many times. I binged Severance and couldn't sleep, which is rare for me. I love being emotionally manipulated by a good story. 

The point was that Eri is so amazing. This morning I popped up out of bed without hitting snooze because we're back on kindergarten bus mode. No leeway. Gotta be out by 8:05 or we miss the bus. And the boys love riding the bus every morning.

Even though I did stay up a liiiittle late reading last night I found it pretty easy to get myself moving at 6:30 a.m. The heatwave has been calming and the nights have been cool and somewhat dry, so I've been leaving windows open all night. When I woke up and poked my head out the bedroom window to gaze at the morning on our street as I am prone to do, I smelled freshly baked bread. Our neighborhood is always filled with smells around breakfast and dinner time, so I just thought, "Wow, must be nice at whoever's house that smell is coming from."

Well it turns out that decadent aroma of yeasty goodness was coming from my house. I headed downstairs and before too long this was happening...


Bread makers have been and may even continue to be the source of ridicule and jokes for some. I used to make those jokes. "I walk into my kitchen sometimes and think oh man I could sure go for a slice of bread...  three hours from now... har-dee-har-har". 

But waking up to the smell of freshly baked bread in your own house is magic. 


And then you toast it and put some butter on it. And honey.

I just had a couple of bites of Eri's because I'm trying to only eat when I'm hungry and what I can feel my body is in need of, and this morning I wasn't hungry nor in need of bread. But that smellllll...

Watching the boys eat their breakfast, complete with mama's freshly baked bread, was enough nourishment for me.



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