Thursday, March 26, 2015
I still have this doll. Her name is Susie. She has a string that you pull at the back of her neck that makes her talk. She says things like "Baby hungry" and "Kiss baby."
And besides the red sneakers and yellow knee socks, I can't help but noticing the embroidered pillow. I'm pretty sure I remember that pillow.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
It's sprung in our neck of the woods. And it feels really good to be outside around 4pm and feel the warm sun on my face. Green is exploding from the earth and the Peepers are singing each morning as we head out the door. Still in the dark but not as dark as just a few weeks ago. We planted lettuce, Swiss chard, radish and carrots. Still eating the kale planted in the greenhouse that we've eaten all winter. The wild grape hyacinths are blooming. As is the forsythia. We weeded the strawberry patch and this year should be a very good crop of berries. The blueberry bushes are loaded with buds and even though I don't look forward to covering the rows with sheets when a frost threatens, I know that in July I will be so glad that we did. Soccer practice. Play practice. Clogging practice.
Go, go, go.
I'd rather sit among the flowers and feel the warm sun on my face.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
At least a few times a month I get an email from someone who reads my blog asking why I don't share many photos of my daughters. It seems they used to be featured more in this space and they wonder why the shift.
It's a natural progression. And a conscious one on my part. My girls are young women now and though many of the stories that I used to share here are hilarious and fair game at the next bonfire or holiday meal shared with extended family and friends, they are not fair game for this space. I've never shared their real names here for the same reason. And I certainly don't want future employers to be able to Google them and read the innocence of their childhood. The digital footprint they put down of their lives should be of their own choosing.
So, for however long now, I've tried to move away from posting my perspective of motherhood with photos and stories of them as my poster children. I try to express how I am feeling as a mother. My experience. How if feels in my shoes. And though I recognize that some of the humor, identification, relate ability and face-to-a-name-ness is missing as a result of this shift, I feel it's right for my daughters. It feels authentic to my style of parenting.
And yep. I agree that it leaves a gap in my blog both in content and frequency of posts but I'm good with that. And I hope you are too.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Making and doing and crafting. I'm better when I'm doing it. Or have done it a little each day at least. Better? A better wife. Better mother. Better daughter, sister and friend. My mind settles. Solves problems. Works it out.
|Pattern available from Stitch Supply Co.|
|Pattern available from @nydiak on Instagram|
And this citrus plant? One of my best craft accomplishments this winter. It's blooming.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
All of the winter snow for this year fell in the last two weeks of February. The kids had no school for those weeks and we spent our days in puffy coats and snow boots. They are always so surprised when I start bundling up to go outside and play too. But these kinds of days are limited. Very limited. And I don't want to miss out on them. Besides, I often know the best places to play and the fastest sledding route down the hill. I've got to teach the next generation the important stuff.