Every now and again I have a moment of clarity. “Remember this,” I tell myself. And when it’s unaccompanied by pangs of guilt or failure over moments that I’ve already forgotten to remember, that’s when I’m inspired to write it down. So I’m writing it down. I rocked Jasper to half-sleep just now, right before his midday nap. And instead of letting my mind wander towards things I need to do, things I need to want to do, or any {Read More}
Parental failure: Apple orchard edition.
September 28, 2015 By 4 Comments
I’m starting to see a pattern. There are ideas- really, really good ideas- that get into my head. And even if they don’t jive with my current reality, once I’ve decided that THIS is the plan, then buster: We’re sticking with the plan. So when it falls apart spectacularly, I shouldn’t be surprised. But I always am. Loudly. With tears. Which brings us to Sunday! P.J. and I- we– had decided to go apple picking. In Indiana. Because we always {Read More}
Dragging or hand-holding?
September 24, 2015 By 2 Comments
If I could sum up this week in a photograph, it’d be this one: Getting pulled in many different directions (by improbably tiny people) through a messy home, wondering just when- exactly- each of them became big enough to actually go places, clad in a shark backpack. But to look at it from a slightly different angle: There’s lots of sunshine as well as a crazy amount of hand-holding. Plus a shark backpack. Happy Thursday, friends. (Don your best shark {Read More}
