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Lilac finally 4.16.16Wild berries 4.16.16Bud 4.16.16

 

 

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Us at 33 months

I’m not sure what time warp I’ve been in that allowed 3 weeks to pass without posting (Instagram, I’m looking at you), but wow.

Hi!  I miss you!Wild iris crop

I’ve been walking, snapping the occasional photo (bumper crop of wild iris this year like whoa), putting my studio back together, falling off the wagon of healthy eating and climbing back on again (hard to fit on there sometimes around the chocolate, but I try), and fighting with a 2-year-old about who gets to set bedtime.  More on that later this week.

Crazy hair

We’ve been on a playground tour to find the best slides and playgrounds in the area (and run off some energy on a weekend, please, oh please don’t give up your nap yet!), which has been fun but he doesn’t like the super-fast, super-wide 30-foot slide that’s closest to home.  Not yet, anyway.

30 foot slide

This was before he went down the first time (“Yah!  Slide!!”).  Daddy took him again but that was enough for sure.  Do you know a lot of playgrounds now have these big net sphere things for kids to crawl on/over/through – see upper right – that are darn hard to get through as an adult?  And that’s safer than a tire swing?

Writing his name

We’ve also been playing with chalk in the evening, drawing letters and shapes and “Momma, a jellyfish!”  Evenings are tough for me – I feel like it’s a mad rush to get home, get some play in, get some dinner eaten, and get him to bed at a reasonable time to get him enough sleep to start again at 6:00 the next morning.  Let me tell you, sleep is a hot commodity these days.

Silver linings

But there’s always a silver lining – the love in my household is strong and real and makes everything else fall by the wayside.  Can’t beat that for anything.

What have you been up to these past few weeks?

 

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lilac path

There are days I hate the commute, the 40-60 minute drive each way to daycare/work, then home again in the evening when I’m tired and other drivers are tired, and we’re all a little grumpy.  I remember the days of living closer in, having a shorter drive even though the same grumpy drivers shared the road…

Plum done

Then I think about how much I love my home, love living in a place where the loudest sound on a Friday night is the frogs croaking, the very distant barking of a neighbor’s dog (or yip and howl of coyotes), and maybe a plane flying waaay overhead.  Where the lizards sun themselves on the rock wall and our driveway; where tiny snails leave trails on the sidewalk, chipmunks taunt the dog from the rocks, hawks and eagles fly overhead, too many birds to count visit on a daily basis, and the owls hoot in the trees at night; where a small herd of deer cross our lawn and stop to stare at us through the windows.

Tiny snail

Sure, we have a lot of bugs but we get to have lots of trees and native wildflowers and all sorts of wildlife too.

Wild iris 2015

The convenience of a shorter drive is so deeply eclipsed by living closer to Mother Nature.

Sunset 4.9.15

Happy Earth Day, friends.  Let’s take care of our planet and each other today, shall we?  xoxo

 

 

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