…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 InstagramSpent the day looking for Nemo and finding so much more. Nothing is more satisfying to me than a day exploring with my sidekicks. Naps were skipped and too many snacks were given out and I finally feel free as a parent to embrace these off-schedule on-adventure days for the gift they are.I think every parent looks at their kids sometimes and smugly congratulates themselves on having the best child there is. You just get overwhelmed sometimes that you got such good ones. And the funny thing is, we all know that other parents are saying this and we could instantly give a lengthy list of the reasons we are glad their kids aren’t ours. Of course, I could make that list about my own too, all their flaws that get under my skin and make me wish for bedtime. But that crazy unconditional love part that comes with being their parent means that no matter what- I know I have the best kids there ever were. And you do too, and it’s irrational and wonderful and is it bedtime yet?