our days begin with the squeaky morning sounds of a little person. next come cuddles, coffee, oats. papa goes off to work. archer is already bored… so we go out for a walk. i listen to audiobooks [currently: the year of the flood] and wander the streets, parks, and of course the arboretum. every now and then my little passenger snoozes, but usually he’s sitting up stock straight, alert. such an inquisitive, energetic boy. always “woowoo” at the dogs and waving “hi” at the humans. pointing at any and everything and vocalizing with a constant question mark in his tone.
rarely do i remind myself to bring along the small black box with which i once took photos regularly… it lives buried deep in my bag, hidden from clumsy toddler hands… but there was this one day last week that felt particularly special and memorable. it’s not often you find a robin’s egg shell [twice last week!] or amble down the conifer path for the first time. i have a few photos to show for it.
i prefer my route to be ever-changing, but i’m nearing the edges of my walking radius. i stroll down the same streets day after day. yet it’s possible to see something new if i look closely. many commonplace things are lovely and can be appreciated again and again. for example, i had never noticed the bright yellow “boston” garbage can. what i mean is, when you see something for the first time the entire landscape is novel. it’s a totally new image to store in your mind. if you pass by again, aim to notice another detail. the streets in springtime wear completely different expressions than they had in winter. i am thankful for changing seasons. each new season is a gift, truly. i am thankful for new perspectives. and always, i am thankful for my son who helps me look at everything as if for the first time.
molars. they come with a vengeance. he hasn’t napped for days, unless i’m holding him. which is bad practice and makes my back hurt! very early mornings. i guess some babies are ok with teething, but archer is not one of them! we’ve been trying to stay busy… nice weather this weekend helped after days of rain! but robert being out of town for a wedding saturday-monday did not help. luckily adam & meghan came to save the day on sunday! that really got me through. i hope this long nap he’s taking right now means the worst is over… especially since the rain is back.
sweet bits and pieces amidst the battle of teething:
1. whipped up some cucumber raspberry lemonade
2. exploring the neighborhood at least once a day
3. sun-drying is the best drying
4. sneaking in a quick snack and a few pages of this excellent book during a very short nap
5. strawberry ricotta popsicles
6 & 7. tree blooms. and oh my, the peonies!!!
8. our favorite baby shoes. i love them all, and they won’t break the bank. can’t wait to pick out our 12-18 month pair.
i can’t decide if .gifs are annoying or awesome ;)
a nap like this just did not happen yesterday
Hebrews 4:9-10 So then, there remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God, for whoever has entered God’s rest has also rested from his works as God did from his.
we went to solemn mass instead of low mass, braving the longer service. the men & boys choir is remarkable, but they don’t sing during low mass. i crave the music. the ancient melodies are so moving, much more so than most contemporary christian ballads. the strong notes of the organ seem to penetrate the deepest parts of me. especially during lent the more contemplative and traditional setting seems so appropriate… my friend offered to take archer down with her girls during the homily and following prayers. during this time i nudged robert and whispered, “this is so nice!” i am glad to say i left inspired and revived.
after the service there were coffee hour handshakes and how do you dos. then it’s the guessing game of “will archer nap today?” and of course he slept for the fifteen minute ride in the car. i think at least two teeth are rearing their heads, so little man is a bit more ornery than usual.
we decided to make greek salads and walked to the local lebanese [greek?] pita shop to buy feta and kalamata olives. mmmmm. i whipped out some dressing, and boy did that hit the spot. not quite a st. patrick’s day meal… we drank guinness extra stouts on the side to be festive.
it was during our lunch time that archer kept arching his back [true to his name] trying to climb out of his high chair. terrifying to say the least. i said, “sit on your bum!” and tried a strong, “no!” and he cried alligator tears. robert put him in his crib for a little “time out” but does he understand yet? it wasn’t until after robert went to work at 3:30 and about an hour of reading books, playing, lots of holding and whining that i threw in the towel. i let archer lay in the big bed with me for a fitful nap of about 30 minutes.
and then later, after archer’s surrender to bedtime, i bundled up on the back porch and closed my eyes hearing not the rush of traffic but of a river. or maybe a waterfall. could it be the ocean waves? i lifted my gaze to a clear sky above this little village. the moon, the constellations, and the bare branches against the deep blue–they wrapped around me. this is where i found my sabbath rest. the night held me still as fir needles shimmered in the street lamp. my mind relaxed and recalled that life flows from God.