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... of a routine

We are settling into a nice nighttime routine here in the Smith house. I know that this specific routine cannot continue after Selah's arrival (or at least for a little while after), so I'm really trying to soak it in and appreciate how great it really is.

It's less about time and more about the happenings. I mean, Quinn gets home around 6:15 every night and Abram goes to bed between 8 and 8:30. If we don't go anywhere, this is what our nights look like:

I fix dinner. 75% of the time something frozen or brought from somewhere. 25% of the time something that I'd planned out beforehand and is actually healthy for all of us. On this particular night, it was this Quinoa Primavera experiment from Pinterest.

Hers is a lot prettier. You should check out what it's really supposed to look like. BUT, ours tasted pretty good and Abram really seemed to like it and that's what matters.

While we are all eating with our forks


(with a little help along the way),

Daddy reads "a very special verse from a very special book" (our daily promise from the Bible).

~No. He is not posing for this picture. This is really how he looks at Abram :)~

Then we start to get sleepy,



so we read a story from a book (usually the Hug a Bible - which Abram looooves)

(by "we" I mean Quinn and Abram read on one couch while I lay on the other one, because I have been having frequent Braxton Hicks contractions all evening).

Then "we" do some tickle/wrestle/playtime something - depending on the night,




and clean up whatever mess we've made in the living room (the kitchen mess gets cleaned up after Abram goes to bed), change into pjs, sing a song, say a prayer, and put the Bug to bed.

It's a pretty sweet routine. And I get the best seat in the house for it :)

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