When your day starts out like that, there's only one way to go from there, right?
It was a breezy day so we took one of Levi's mini kites outside. Being only two and a half, he has trouble keeping it up in the air, but I entertained him with my kite-flying skills. He ran around cheering and singing and laughed when it looped down towards him. Then he'd come over for a turn before telling me, "Mommy, woo (you) do it!"
Being that there was a little fall chill in the air, I decided it was time for our first pot of soup.
We're big fans of soup. During the cooler months we have soup at least once a week. I threw together a chicken soup with what I had on hand. To "fancy it up" a bit, I made dinner rolls. I use my bread machine to cut down on the hands-on time, but still get the made-from-scratch taste.
In my family, we often compare baked goods to my grandma's. John claimed these were "better than Grandma Schmidt's". GASP! He said it, not me. But I will agree that they were delicious and she'd be proud of me. Levi was a big fan too.
So, my day ended much better than it began. Nothing special. Just a regular ol' day, but a very nice one at that.