#1 The family bed
I don't know how this ritual started, but it seems almost exclusively reserved for this day. Sam wakes up hours before me and leaves for prayer at our church, so maybe it's his empty spot in the bed sounding out a silent Morse code to the subconscious minds of our little ones: space available; get in while you can. Or maybe there's a little alarm that goes off in their collective brains: It's Saturday morning - party in Mom's bed. Whatever the true cause, Saturday mornings mean multiplied little Rice kids sleepily stumbling into my bedroom at the crack of dawn, each one whispering to the next to "scoot over a little bit"... until I'm pretty much taking up the last three inches of our queen sized bed.
#2 Lily's Bedhead Look
I love her in braids, ponytails, or just a sideswipe with a bow. She can rock pigtails like nobody's business, and one of her readers even went so far as to leave this comment: must.wear.pigtails.always. But my favorite hairstyle is her classic Bedhead Look. Which is admittedly not reserved for Saturdays alone, but seems to display itself more ferociously than on any other day of the week.
And can I just say, the world would be a better place if the Bedhead Look was a badge of honor to be worn in public, at least on Saturdays?
#3 Sleepy Smiles
Looking back on photos of my children- especially my oldest three who are now adults - my favorites are not the carefully posed shots where outfits were color coordinated and every hair was in place. Rather, it's the unscripted moments captured on film (that ancient method of preserving memories!) that form a lump in my throat and make me wish I could go back to that point in time. Pictures of Jason and Josiah enjoying waffles in bed on a "sick" day, their hair haplessly sticking up and sleepy smiles spread across their (healthy!) boyish faces as they grin guiltily into the camera ... Or a photo of Mackenzie, waking up on her birthday morning and running into the kitchen to see a present-laden table. Her eyes crinkled in half moons and the pattern of a blanket softly imprinted on her cheek, she is oozing anticipation. I want to capture those childhood memories for all of my children, even if it means surrendering my three inches of a warm bed to find a misplaced camera for that purpose...
#4 Sibling Love
They're just like any other kids- they're each others best friends and worst enemies. We have to remind them daily...sometimes hourly...be kind. talk nicely. forgive. But somehow Saturday mornings bring out the best in them, and it's like there's an unwritten rule ~ this day is drama free. Almost instinctively they wake up in happier moods and treat each other more gently. It's as if some Magic Sibling Fairy waved a wand over their sleeping heads and whispered into their little ears: kindness only today.
I just wish I knew how to convince her to make it a daily ritual :)
|Caleb had hernia surgery last week...ice packs, vicodin and sisterly love went a long way towards healing.|
#5 Old Skillets
I know. That makes no sense. But it would if you were here last Saturday. Because my trusty old skillet decided to give up the ghost after one sad and final little batch of ruined buttermilk pancakes.
Now why would that make my seven things I love about Saturday mornings list, you ask? Good question.
Enter... My Hero (aka Sam Rice) who is able to
drive to Bed Bath and Beyond leap tall buildings in a single bound and purchase for me a brand-spanking-new aluminum non-stick skillet in less than fifteen minutes, thus rescuing seven little Ricelets from a pancake-less Saturday morning.
Any excuse to buy something new for my kitchen makes me happy. And her too...
|Lily, post pancake bliss|
These two had a pancake eating contest....
Guess who won??
Still bff's even after a pancake smackdown??? That's what Saturdays can do...
#6 Saturday Morning Chores
This tradition stretches back through the ages, long before the Rice Ranch was even a twinkle in Sam's eye.
However, if I could travel back in time and tell nine year old Patti Kopp that one day she would be singing the praises of Saturday Morning Chores, she probably would have smacked me in the face with her bottle of Lemon Pledge. And after that she might have snatched the Johnny Mathis record off our turntable and cracked it over my head just for emphasis. Because at that age- when Lemon Pledge and Johnny Mathis were to Saturday Morning Chores what peanut butter and jelly are to bread - I LOATHED Saturday Morning Chores. They got in the way of everything. Sleeping in, being lazy, and most of all- Saturday Morning Cartoons. To this day the smell of Lemon Pledge in the air sends shivers down my spine. (Although I admit to tolerating Johnny Mathis every once in awhile, purely for nostalgia's sake.)
So what changed? I dunno. I really don't, except maybe somewhere in between age nine and forty-four I developed a love for all things clean and tidy. And it helps that I have an army of little people who
|Lily, putting away dishes from the dishwasher|
|a counter full of dishes? not a problem. call in the troops and crank up Pandora - set to Disney soundtracks....boo-yah, baby.|
And last but not least.....
#7 Lily's Bedhead Look
Oh, did I mention that already? Well it deserves a second shout-out. I mean who couldn't love that little crinkly eyed smile framed by sticky-syrupy-golden locks? She makes Saturdays...make that every day... come alive with her wild-child hair and matching personality. If she didn't already have us completely wrapped around her bent little pinky, this look would have sealed the deal. She's a pint-sized pixie with a triple dose of charm...in fact, if you look up the word charm in the dictionary, this picture will be right next to it.
Well, it should be, anyway !
Happy Almost Saturday !!!
p.s. what do YOU love about Saturdays?