…been riding the metro a lot, just because TRAINS ARE LIFE for a certain toddler. Plus, the metro allows us to have an outing indoors for rainy days, and my wild child is surprisingly calm and still on public transport. We are especially into riding the metro to the airport, getting coffee, and letting Henry watch the planes from the main hall (pre-security), or grabbing lunch at Chick-Fil-A. …been building a lot of forts. Pillow forts, blanket forts, book forts, chair forts- Henry can’t get enough. And I can’t get enough of being invited inside to snuggle. … been going to the doctor way too much. The back-to-school germs have slammed Capitol Hill hard, and an especially nasty strain of HFMhad Henry the sickest I’ve ever seen him. It went away, ultimately leaving a double ear infection with a side of pinkeye. …been really thankful that the full time jobs I applied for this fall didn’t pan out. My part time position does not make any money after childcare, but it gives me time for the train rides and the forts and the doctor visits and the cuddles and the books and the discipline and the growing and stretching and learning that our family is doing right now.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramI was going to post the more flattering and Instastyled pic where we were serenely smiling to the side and my children were positioned in just such a way to hide the fact that I haven’t lost any baby weight since last summer BUT that would be a lie. Not just a lie about what it looks like to go to the splash pad with kids, but a lie because it doesn’t show that goofy grin I wear almost every minute we are out adventuring. Because I love this. I love taking on summer in this city with my kids more than I love poised moments, pretty pictures, and toned bodies. I love this. [Also: Etta is definitely crying because she desperately wants to climb steps and Henry just ate a PBJ that had been entirely submerged in gross splash pad water. Whatever. Love it all.]I started buying myself flowers on a regular basis when Henry was born. It helped my frazzled new mom mind and heart to have a blooming thing before my eyes. The majority of the time I select white hydrangeas, as they are cheap and live so long. Henry knows my biweekly ritual, knows that our first stop at the grocery store is to select the “mommy flowers.” Last week I paused before these, only to have Henry severely remind me that those aren’t the flowers I get. I laughed at him, but what I want to say is this: our children are learning who we are by what we do. They are drawing a map of our moods and quirks and interests and weaknesses. I am constantly reminded to be careful of what I teach my children about their mother. I want to teach them that she is slow to anger, quick to laugh, eager to love. I want to teach them that she surrounds herself with flowers and friends and prayers and stories. I want to teach them who she is and work unceasingly on becoming that mom.