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August 23

August 23, 2010

I can feel the end of the august break coming. It’s been a good break, but I think I’m almost ready to talk again. Always looking forward to what’s coming next instead of just enjoying where I am seems to be one of my larger life problems. But if that’s my biggest problem in a day – I think that means I’m doing just fine in the world.

{this moment}

August 20, 2010

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

-Amanda Blake Soule

August 19

August 20, 2010

Dinner: Outside on the kids’ picnic table. French bread. Goat cheese. Sliced tomatoes from the garden. Salt. Pepper. Perfection. Definitely didn’t need the pork chops we had along with the bread. Complete with a visit from our favorite neighbor.

Find of the day: The sweetest little dress I’ve ever seen – for $2.99.

the august break

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{this moment}

August 13, 2010

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

-Amanda Blake Soule

August 12

August 13, 2010

The sweetest, loveliest day we’ve had in a very long time. Waking to rain. Staying home all day. Staying in pajamas all day, at the request of a 3 year old. Snuggles and silliness at nap time. Happy messes. More quiet, focused, lost-in-lala-land play than I’ve seen in forever. Cleaning and cooking with my girl who must have said, “This is so much fun mama!” at least 8 times. Chicken corn soup for dinner, made and ready by 9am. Walnut Blueberry Bars. Laundry that actually got washed, dried, folded and put away in one day. Moving furniture to make more room for our imaginations. A whole, whole lot of books read. The best part? Two kids who each let me rock them – feeling their bodies relax into my arms and feeling their breathing become deep and long as the drowsily drifted off.

My favorite bit from the day: We’re watching a show with kids in a bedroom  (my kids share a room, just a background bit so this story makes sense.) She asks why there isn’t a crib in the little boy’s room on the show. I tell her he’s a big kid and he doesn’t sleep in a crib anymore like her. She looks at me funny and says, “But what about his baby brother?” I tell her that his brother has his own room. She say, “Oh.” Pauses for a moment and says, “I tink that would be very lonely!” And for all of the times I’ve stressed about our house being too small and how they’ll do sharing a room – it really is just fine.

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day, I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” -Mary Jean Iron

August 11

August 11, 2010

Still adoring, and very much needing, the august break.