Life in Photos, Poetry & Words

POETRY & WORDS :: Yes, We Know. And We Do.

Bride and groom Bridesmaids wearing mismatched black

When we announced we’d be married on the 13th, people gasped. “Oh!” they said, “Don’t you know that means your anniversary will” — here they lowered their voices to a whisper — “sometimes be on Friday the thirteenth?

“Yes,” we said.

“We know.

And yes, we know the bridesmaids are wearing black. And the wedding party is walking in to The Godfather theme. And we’re reading from Isaiah. And it’s going to be ok.”

(Did they forget about the One who makes all things new?)

Happy five years, Josiah. It’s been a little bit more than ok.

Life in Photos, Little Style

LIFE IN PHOTOS :: My grapefruit-loving, hat-stealing toddler

Josiah and Aveline at Fountain - photo via the Oaxacaborn blog
We don’t get much of anything I’d call winter in this state, but right now the weather is cool enough to make it home from the Farmers’ Market with produce that’s still raw. Soon enough, the raw veg will inexplicably turn into steamed veg somewhere between the market and home.

The seasons here are so strange.

It’s technically winter now, but even after two years here I still have a hard time figuring out what’s considered a winter vegetable, what produce is best in spring, and what’s in season in the summer.

But it doesn’t take living here very long to discover the dirty little secret about Florida citrus: it really isn’t all that good. It’s true. Almost 90% of Florida’s citrus is grown for juice, not just for plain ol’ eatin’.
Toddler at Farmer's Market
But Aveline doesn’t care about any of that. She just wants grapefruit. Hands down, it’s her favorite fruit — she devours it in plain, peeled sections, without sugar.Toddler Style - Aveline in oversized beanie, scarf, and bag

My little grapefruit-lover is also somewhat of thief. She took that hat right off my head, saying sweetly, “Hat wear, mummy?” The scarf is also mine, but at least she pickpocketed it from my dresser, not my neck. “Scarf wear, mummy? I fi’ [find] scarf.”

I don’t mind. I have a daughter who shares my clothes. That’s pretty awesome!

Life in Photos

LIFE IN PHOTOS :: One thousand, four hundred and sixty-one days

Four Year Anniversary, photo via Oaxacaborn

Four years ago, I walked down the aisle to this song, and back up the aisle to this song.

(Oh what a thing to do.)

And then we moved from California to Florida, and then back to California, and then back to Florida again.

(I swam across, I jumped across, for you.)

Josiah, oh, I truly love you more now than I did then.

(Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do.)

Handmade, Little Style

LITTLE STYLE :: Watching Ants…and Making Harem/Genie Pants

The other night, Aveline’s energy was just too much for the four walls of the house to contain. So we went for a walk at sunset.

She watched ants. Toddler watching ants on sidewalk

She poked them. Handmade toddler harem genie pants

And then she danced home at her papa’s side.

(P.S. Her harem/genie/HAMMERTIME! pants that I was tweeting about last week are a modification of this pattern from Pretty Bobbins. I added several inches to the legs to make them full-length pants, and extended the pattern all around to increase the size.)

Poetry & Words

WRITING & WORDS :: Go, Dog, Go!

Josiah and Aveline - Sunday morning breakfast and reading

When I was a little girl, my grandma recorded herself reading Go, Dog, Go!, and mailed me the cassette tape and the book. I listened to it
over
and over
and over again.
Despite the many, many miles between America and Europe, I believed she was right next to me, inside that tape player.

This morning, as Josiah was trying to eat breakfast, Aveline sat down next to him.
“Bo’? bo’?” she asked him eagerly, holding out her very own copy.

So right now, I’m listening to him read it
over
and over
and over again to her.

A different country. A different voice. The same story. The same memories.

Go around again!