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2.8.15 ForrestHe can be such a stinker, until he’s sick then he’s such a cuddle-bunny… and I miss the stinker.  Even when he’s taller than me and weighs twice as much as I do, when he has children of his own, forever and always he’ll be my most treasured Tiny Treasure.




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Almost 2.5 1.24.15

The sun was shining so we headed for the playground in town.  We don’t live close to one so I don’t take him as often as I should – sometimes I think I’m stunting his growth in the world of climbing and jumping and taking risks, but I do what I can do.

Can I take a picture?  I said, standing at the bottom of the big slide watching his hair standing static-straight; he chose this pose, utterly relaxed and looking just like me and his daddy at the same time.  He’s 2 1/2 years old on Saturday.  2.5 years since he went from the bumps and wiggles and hiccups inside to the smiles and wiggles and yells and frowns outside.

The basics: he’s 37 1/2″ tall, about 32 pounds.  He’s long-waisted like me, and has monkey arms inherited from both of us.  During his second big-boy haircut a couple weeks ago I realized the last of his baby blond is almost gone.  He was never a tow head like dad, but obviously didn’t get my curly black either, and now he’s growing into his own shade.  And his grey/blue/hazel/brownish eyes are going definitely brown…hazel…brownish/hazel.  We both have brown so anything else was a long shot.  He’ll eat about anything you’ll give him (especially yogurt, Cuties, fruit snacks and cucumber slices) though he’s turned his nose up at curried chicken soup and chicken bacon artichoke pizza.  Silly child.

Almost 2.5 on playground

He’s so sweet, and so ornery at the same time.  In the span of 5 minutes he will politely say thank you as I hand him a cookie then smash said cookie and throw half across the table with a shriek of  laughter.  I still carry him downstairs from his crib almost every morning and if I bump the door on the way out he’ll say “sorry mommy” and pat my arm gently.  Lately he throws his arms wide and flies my direction for LoveLoves (hugs) but refuses most mornings to kiss daddy goodbye as we leave.  He has a bit of a temper.

He counts everything and wonders where the 10 went if there’s only 9 items.  We count together to 50, but he often says “30-ten” instead of 40.  He puts his alphabet puzzle together entirely on his own and points out the letters on iphone games (H for hippo-ottamus!) and signs around town, and when he accidentally makes a 4 in his mustard or a G while sketching on the iPad.  He can run the iPad entirely on his own, which was never my intention but is fabulous when I just need 10 minutes to get something done.  He sings and talks most of his waking hours.  I have a bookcase full of board books he won’t read anymore because he wants to read the Big Books from the library instead – it was a sad day when we had to give back There’s an Alligator Under My Bed.

He LOOOOOOVES Sophia.  And her big long legs.  And her knees.  And her big long elbows.  His go-to is still Chuggington but we’ve been enjoying TinkerBell movies with picnic dinner in front of the couch (I looooove TinkerBell  = ).  I think we’re just about ready to try a movie at the theater.

He has no interest in potty training.  He sits on the toilet every night before bed and I’ve tried bribing with train stickers, but nothing.  I’ve tried explaining that he has diaper rash and it hurts so badly because he didn’t tell mommy his diaper was dirty and he nods in understanding, but… still doesn’t tell me.  When he doesn’t want to be in bed at night or for a nap he often yells “Mommy, daddy, dog-dog!” and “I have a poopy diaper!”  He seems to be giving up his daily nap.  Arrrgh.

Almost 2.5 on slide

Even on the days when I’ve had to push him out the door, stomping and crying, because I’m not going to be late for work so he can watch another episode of Doc McStuffins, I can’t help being incredibly in love with this kid.  His smile lights up the room.  His crying can break my heart.  When he reaches for my hand I have to remind myself that we, Matt and I, made this little miracle of a child together, and he’s our to keep.

Remind me of all of this when he’s 15, okay?



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Work rocksI’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned before that I love rocks, I collect rocks, my husband collects rocks, and we could probably pave a small driveway with our combined collections.  Okay, that’s a leetle bit of an exaggeration but still… Rocks and shells that is.  I could definitely pave a driveway with the shells.

My office building is in a loop of other buildings with a single driveway off the main drag that’s lined with 2 rock beds.  Last year the old beds were dug up and new river rock put in; shortly after I was walking to the driveway one afternoon to drop off a package and the sun was angled just right to catch the warm glow of an agate peeking out of the pile.  I especially love agates so I tucked it in my pocket then put it on my desk.  Then scoured the beds each time I walked up there to see if I could find more.  This is my collections of little found treasures at work – acorns, agates, crystallized rocks and seed pods that make me so very happy.  They’re gathered in a bowl now on the reception sitting area table in hopes our visitors will find them interesting too (because heaven knows I don’t need more rocks at home!).

Do you collect any little treasures, natural or not?



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Sunrise 1.6.15

The molten core of

Dawn lights as bones and feathers

Exit darkest night



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Christmas 2014

The holidays were a blur this year.  I was ready early for once – shopping done, presents wrapped, treats made and tucked away – and that was good since the Wretched Cold of 2014 had both Forrest and I congested, still, after several weeks.  And since he’s almost 2 1/2, life is getting harder for my little guy because his demands are NOT being met to his satisfaction.  Bedtime is touch and go with the Mom’s! and the I get up!s and the coughing and wanting to open the door, not open the door, I do it!s…some tears and frustration on both sides these days.  But it’s just when I’m at my limit, when he’s griping and complaining and being contradictory as all get out as we rock before bed – sing, Momma!  No, no signing!  I sing!  I no sing! – that we both go into a coughing fit so I pat his back…then he pats mine.

It’s these tiny moments of time that remind me to relax and lean into love, to remember that life is made up of tiny bits of good and bad and hard and amazing and I wouldn’t give up a second of any of it for anything.



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12.2.14 Sunrise

A burst of color

So quickly fades into the

Dawning of the day




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Fall walks

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Albert Camus


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11.18.14 Sunrise with moon

The dawn of a new

Day holds a sliver of moon –




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It’s an amazing thing – this tiny blue snail survived two passes of toddler-on-a-little-quad that morning before I saw it and convinced said toddler to “put your finger down there” so I could take a picture.  Cutest, tiniest darn snail I ever did see.  We moved it to a rock about 15 feet away (so sorry if that messed up your travel plans, little snail) placing it gently on some moss.  Forrest roared loudly at it – that’s his current favorite greeting, especially to animals – but I told him we had to be nice to the teeny-tiny baby snail…so he brought his tricycle over to say Hi.  “Tiny snail, here’s bicycle!” he says.

“Tiny snail, meet my Tiny Treasure,” I say.

Happy Tuesday, friends!



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10.20.14 Rainbow

The brightest rainbow I ever did see graced the skies yesterday on the way home from work.  This brilliant swatch of color came after a double rainbow show (can you see the barest echo of that double, to the right?).  Absolutely amazing.

Here’s to some gold at the end of every day!


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