Style or service?

I love the whiteboard in my new kitchen. It's usually very nicely laid out with magnets, notes, reminders and photos of my lovely little family. But as you probably expected, style went out the window and its purpose was changed to one of purely service, as Sonny and Smoochy amused themselves while I cooked dinner:

They had a great time. Then they went out the back and played hopscotch:


And then they came back inside and ate buckets of pumpkin soup:





There was a time when they were too little to amuse themselves like big kids, and making dinner was so terribly difficult (as it still is, in between the whiteboardin' and the hopscotchin'.)

But as I watched them play, I was reminded that they grow up quickly and the joys and hassles of one stage are quickly replaced by those of the next. Dear sweet little things.