Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Alice In The Yard

One of the happy things about spring is bringing our guinea pig into the yard and setting her down in her own personal salad bar. She goes a little crazy over the clover and dandelions. It's a good thing we have weedy grass.

(KT, don't look at these pictures!)

(KT is my friend who has a fear of rodent-like animals.)


This was earlier in the month, and there wasn't much green yet.





He does this when he sees a hawk or other big bird fly over.



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Sunday, March 18, 2012

It Was Funnier At 1 a.m.

I really enjoy late-at-night, refusing to sleep, talking in the bed.


Husband: The shingles aren't doing so well.

Me: Do we need a new roof?

Him: Probably.

Me: Your dad would love to come help you with that.

Him: I don't want anybody to get killed.

Me: I don't want you to get killed.

Him: I never get killed.



It's still pretty funny this morning, though.


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Friday, March 16, 2012

All Herself

Some days I put on lipstick and earrings, wear a skirt and feel like a lady.

Some days I curl up in pajamas and read a book, eat popcorn, and shut out the world.

Some days I wear jeans and dig in the dirt, plant flowers and sweep the porch.

Some days I put on my leather boots, and go on a date with my husband, feeling 24.

Some days I wear a ponytail and take the kids to the park, and on a picnic. Kiss their faces off.


I am so many different people inside one body. Often it feels like I have to choose which me I'll be each day.


Earlier this week, we were hanging around out front. I watched my daughter.


There she is, wearing a fancy red skirt, gold sequin shoes, sport socks,
and no shirt. She's pushing a wheelbarrow, digging up weeds.


Serious hard work.


Here are her freshly painted nails, dirty hands, and the
soup she made me.


She's laughing.


She's thoughtful.


Seeing all of this unfold, seeing her unfold, I see that she too is so many different things. The beauty of her is that she combines all those facets of herself in each moment with no self-consciousness. She wears her sparkly shoes, digs in the dirt, paints her nails, laughs, feels serious, wears no shirt, runs, sits with her legs crossed. In the span of 5 minutes time, she is every part of who she is.

I want to be just like her when I grow up.



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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Mushrooms Love Everybody

Here is an original song by my girl.




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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

This Is The Stuff

Monday morning we woke up to an inch of snow on the ground. Only my girl wanted to play in it, so I stood at the back door and watched her shovel snow into a sandcastle bucket. All the snow was gone by lunchtime.

Tuesday morning we woke up to sunshine and warmth. By afternoon it was nearly 70 degrees and so we went to playgroup at the park. I made a little nest by the other mamas, spread out my snacks and water and bag. I was able to sit and chat for a couple minutes at a time, until someone needed help climbing or someone wanted to show me something. We walked over to two huge fir trees. They had what appeared to be an official entrance, and we ducked our heads and went inside, for it really was like a little house. Kids were in there, climbing on the low branches, covered in sap. My son squatted on a branch, and said he was an eagle. Then my daughter had to be an eagle too. The feeling being under there was like being on another planet. The scent of pine, soft needles under my feet, sunshine streaming in from openings in the branches.

One of the mamas has a newborn baby girl. She's about 6 weeks old. I got to hold her! She slept on me and I kept adjusting her blanket to keep the sun out of her face, because she squinted even in her sleep. While I was holding her, my girl asked me to help her climb something. I told her, "Not right now, I'm holding a baby." Oh, she gave me a look! She was not happy about that.




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Saturday, March 3, 2012

Three Feet Tall

She is 3 feet tall. She woke me up this morning by saying, "I'm sad Christmas is over."




She'd be happy if we spent every minute of the day playing in the bed. For her, that means lots of jumping from the table to the bed, rolling over me, hiding under covers, and reading books. For me it means a chance to lie down. It's a win-win.




She has moved into the bunk bed with her brother. She has owl sheets and a princess blanket. She falls asleep easily in there, but she always wakes up in the middle of the night and returns to our bed. She stumbles in, carrying her pillow which is about as big as she is, and curls up next to me, where she spent the last nearly 4 years of nights.





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Friday, March 2, 2012

I Washed The House

The north side of our house looked like this:

Only the bottom 7 feet or so. I'm not sure why the top doesn't
collect mildew like this. You can see my test patch on the right.
I wanted to be sure it was actually going to scrub off.


My husband planned to borrow a pressure washer and clean it, but he's a busy guy and I figured I could reach it, so why not? I wanted to surprise him. The weather has been good so I put on some rubber boots and got the hose and a scrub brush. I thought it would be pretty easy. Ha! Ha ha! It really wasn't that many square feet, perhaps twice as big as my kitchen floor. I figured if I can clean that floor I should be able to clean the siding. Ha!

After I did this section, I was encouraged. It looked so much better!
Also, my arms were already aching.


My son picked up the camera and took some pictures of me.
By this point I was sweaty but also freezing from the cold water.
Crampy fingers. Aching shoulders.


I started making deals with myself. "I will scrub one piece of
siding to the end, then I can quit." But I am not a person who
can quit a job in the middle. I would have worn my fingers down
to stumps before I quit. So I thought, "I'll make stripes! That
will be fun enough to keep me going in spite of the pain."

Ugh.


I did keep going, and 3 hours later this was the finished project.
It's not perfect, but I wasn't aiming for perfection. I was aiming
for completion. My arms and shoulders were sore for a week,
but every time I drive home and see that clean wall,
I think it was completely worth it.




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