Category: mumbling

I have this little sister, Lola. She is small, and very funny.

The funny thing about parenthood is when you recall your "childhood", you have no memories of the first part. You know, the baby days.

Of course I have some early memories, but I can really only recall solid history from about kindergarten on. So when I became a parent, weekends felt so unfamiliar. One day rolled into the next, and it was an endless stretch of diapers, feedings, and trying to squeeze in errands and sleep. It didn't feel restful at all.

But recently I've begun to feel some familiarity. I'm beginning to recognize some signs of "weekend" as it exists in my head.

Today Neko and Shep were on the patio. They were digging and mucking about. There was sand and shovels and water. And then suddenly it was a full-blown bakery of mud pies and cakes, and little feet darting into the kitchen to collect pans and muffins tins.

I swear they were out there for hours. Tom and I puttered around the house, cleaning and checking a few things off our lists. Entertaining Ellery, who's not quite old enough to be fully engaged.

If things keep rolling along like this, I might even find myself snoozing on the couch one of these days. I can't even begin to describe how delicious that sounds.

Noticing how much fun kids can have on a swing made of rope and a wooden plank is a great reminder that fun doesn't have to be complicated.

I'm really done with the cold weather. We had that little taste of spring last week, and now it's back to being cold. Not winter cold, but just that in-between, oops, I left the house in a hoodie and now I'm freezing my butt off cold.

Ready. For. Spring.

I left the house at 8:00am this morning with three children in PJs and a car full of snacks and movies. We stayed away until nearly 5pm, leaving Tom to tend to the goings-on at the house.

In the time I was gone, a band and a video crew ambushed our house and shot a music video. There were six or seven vehicles in the driveway. Huge bins of equipment. Lights, monitors, and make-up. Our entire sectional couch moved into the mudroom.

Other than some straggler cars in the driveway and a big box of leftover pastries, you wouldn't have known anything happened here today.

It was a bit surreal. But this whole week has been. Weird things go down in the doldrums of February.

I bought these stickers for Tom a few years back (or maybe it was my mother, I can't remember). He uncovered them the other day, and ever since then, little faces have been popping up all over the place.