Life in Photos

Sugar and SPICE.

Toddler in grey leggings and grey tank - photo via Oaxacaborn dot com

If little girls are made of sugar and spice, this one’s been a little more on the spicy side lately. That sparkly barrette in her hair? She used it to…
scratch
lines
into the flat screen tv.

No, you can’t have another barrette.
Sorry, book pages are not for eating.
Neither are crayons.
Neither are the bubbles in the bath.
Cheese crackers ARE for eating.
But please don’t smash it against the white wall.
Or put it in the dryer.
Now don’t stand on the chair.
WAIT! Either the diaper or the toilet. Those are your only two options.

Oh, lordy. It’s been a long week.

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Poetry & Words

this wild life

black and white photo of iced coffee in mason jar with straw

i’ve taken to drinking an iced coffee every afternoon. i’m relying on the placebo effect, since it’s all decaf these days. but caffeine or not, there is just something so satisfying about coffee.

last week was a bit on the rough side. the wee one suddenly decided she preferred the newborn schedule of waking up every three hours at night. she also decided there was no need to nap during the day. by the time the weekend rolled around, i was ready to flop myself down on the floor and sleep for days. and glory be, on sunday afternoon i actually fell asleep on the sunlit bed, with josiah next to me surfing the interwebs, and aveline snoozing peacefully in her crib.  when i woke up two hours later, i was utterly confused at the foreign feeling of restfulness, but deliriously happy.

it’s amazing what a little sleep can do.

and now, it’s tuesday afternoon and she’s napping. napping, people!! (in this new world of parenthood, a baby napping is an epic joy — something to be celebrated. i’ve celebrated by showering and eating a proper lunch.)

and you know? this new life is beautiful. even the chaos is beautiful, because it’s not a chaos of strife or contention. no, it’s a beautiful chaos. like the lapping waves of the ocean, it’s constant motion; changing always yet the sound is a steady rhythm. the scattered blankets and washcloths and teething toys on the floor of the living room are like the stones and shells scattered across a sandy beach. there is no precision, but it’s all beauty. there is high tide and there is low tide, there is the scorching high noon sun and there is the charcoal darkness of the new moon. but it’s life, it’s all life, pulsating with love and punctuated laughter.

and we are sitting here, joy-filled, holding our precious baby and reveling in the spray of the ocean air. our hair is wild with the wind and the salt, our eyes looking onward, looking forward, our hearts firmly planted in joy and hope and peace.