The tenth hour is all about the boys’ play time.
The television is off by this hour, and they are free to roam around the house and dream up all sorts of imaginary play. Sometimes they are fire fighters as they answer emergency calls on the red telephone in the lounge room. Sometimes they simply play hide-and-seek. Sometimes they are spacemen, taking off in their toy-tent-turned-space-shuttle. Sometimes they are a family going on a picnic, and the couch is their four wheel drive. Sometimes they choose books to read. Sometimes they want to draw. Sometimes they want to make things. Sometimes they build entire cities with their blocks and train tracks. Sometimes they are hiding from scary bears under the dining table. Sometimes they are bears hiding under the dining table.
As for me, the tenth hour is all about following the boys around, re-settling Edward if he attempts to wake up early from his morning nap (nice try, little man!), reading to the boys on the couch during a quiet moments, getting morning tea for the boys if they happen to remember that they need morning tea, and resolving all-important crises that involve missing Lego pieces or everybody wanting the same toy. As hard as I try not to, I inevitably end up checking emails and Instagram here and there, and every other day, you’ll find me on the couch with my eyes closed in exhaustion, willing the boys to play on their own amicably and without dispute so that I can catch a few minutes worth of sleep.
Such is life during the tenth hour at our home…
With the beginning of spring, the light at this hour is strong, bright and energising. One can’t help but feel cheerful with such gorgeous light filtering through the house…
And now, over to Liz’s post to see how she captured the tenth hour.
(You can see the rest of the series here.)
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