Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Random Bits





















This past week was sweltering.  I would walk outside, no matter the time of day, and start dripping sweat.  Rather yucky, and absolutely ghastly for anything but growing green things.  The basil and thyme are growing like weeds. 

We braved the heat and humidity last Sunday and went for a walk in the neighborhood.  M was determined to wear her Princess Nana nightgown the whole day.  William has been walking around the apartment, and often outside, completely naked, so, who am I to put up a fuss with Princess Nana? William has conquered potty training, miraculously.  I guess if you wait long enough it just happens?  Who knows?  I had enough people raising their eyebrows when I told them he wasn't potty trained yet.  M is half-way there.  She notifies me when she has to go potty--whether she really does or not.  And is very, very concerned when she gets her Mermaid panties icky.  Sorry, enough potty talk.

I'm in the process of designing postcards for our move.  For those that don't know Andrew and I, we've probably moved every two years for the past 15 years of our lives.  Sometimes more.  We're used to the routine.  We're used to the shift of where we call "home".  We're getting better at making friends and learning the area.  But, Newport is where we want to set down roots.  We'll rent for a little while, get things in order, and buy a house when we find the right one.  It's a bizarrely thrilling thought.  I can't imagine what it would be like to have a home of our own.  Some day soon!  In the mean time, I'll collect inspiration on Pinterest!  And dream!

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Willing it into being

















One of the miracles of motherhood: your child can keep you up all night, throwing one tantrum after another (thank you, M), only to have them lift their arms up to you the next morning and say "Mama, pick you up" and your heart melts and life is beautiful once again.  Crazy.  I'm sure there's a term for this chronic case of amnesia.  You can see it most keenly displayed with the fact of multiple children.  Labor is one of the most grueling things a woman can go through, and yet, a year or two later, some woman think, "hey, maybe we should have another!"  Yup, amnesia. 

I'm doing a two week stint of solo-parenting right now, so the long nights, the potty training, and the wrangling up of apartment viewings for Andrew, has been keeping me busy.  And slightly crazy.  Thank goodness for the small community of Chestnut Hill--at least I can chat with adults when I go get my coffee or pick up chippies at the coop.  Conversations without the words potty, poopy, or peepee!  Blessedness!

I'm going to go make another mug of Vanilla Coromo.  And begin the process of welcoming a new day.  It's going to be a good one.  I'm willing it into being.

XOXO

Friday, July 4, 2014

I'm going to miss




















I'm going to miss the train rides down town.  I'm going to miss Reading Terminal at Christmas.  I'm going to miss the spring blossoms at Morris Arboretum.  And watching the trees change color in the fall on the Avenue.  I'm going to miss Bredenbeck's ice cream.  And the Trolley Car's doughnuts.  I'm especially going to miss the friends and family here in Philly.  People who have watched our little family grow and grow some more.

Because!  We're moving to Newport at the end of August!