Quiet mornings

It's been a quiet couple of days around here. We've had our evening activities, but the days have been filled with pajama clad mornings, sipping coffee, playing dress up, crocheting an entire hat (in just two hours...who am I??), letter learning, coloring, and just generally keeping things casual and light. 

I am still astounded with how well the girls play together. At their current ages (3 and almost 2) they are practically inseparable, Very rarely are they playing independently from each other and very rarely are they truly fighting. I break up small arguments here and there but they often fizzle out on their own without my interfering if I can patiently sit through the screaming for a minute or so. 

Sometimes I feel guilty about these mornings. I feel like I should be doing all the things and that sitting and resting, taking it slow, and enjoying the morning is somehow wrong. 

But then I remember that in just a few months, we'll have another little lady demanding our attention, keeping us on our toes, and throwing us curveballs left and right.

The quiet and slow mornings suddenly don't make me feel guilty when I remember what is coming.

Anybody else been enjoying quiet mornings lately?