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Whatever is Lovely

photo courtesy of Fair Trade Friday, text added
It's true that horrible things happen (on a daily basis, it seems like), but the choice of whether or not to dwell on them is ours. We can set up our tents in the valley of the Fallen and grumble about the weeds - or we can climb to the mountaintop, the better to see the sunrise from, and sing about the flowers. We can use our energy like the precious resource that it is, lifting up the Beautiful and suppressing the bad by default.


A few weeks ago, in an attempt to salvage a bad day in a series of bad days, I sat down to do an exercise that I call but good. I write out everything that's happened that I perceive as negative - pretending that it doesn't exist doesn't make it go away, so I acknowledge it and its effect. But then I write over it, listing all of the good things that have happened, too. I was so flustrated by the inconvenient layout of the grocery store we went to that I forgot to get a box of tea I was wanting…

Interlude

It's been a slow staying-at-home sort of week, which Tobin spent regaining the rolls that he'd lost in his last growth spurt. At his 6 month well baby check this morning he was about average for height, which is definitely due to the lengthening he did a few weeks ago.
There are dice. May I taste them? It's good luck!
He's been working on sitting up, with limited success, and on Getting Where He Wants to Go, which is going swimmingly.

When he wants to go somewhere, he moves like a knight in chess - rolling until he's level with whatever he wants, then rotating so that he can roll the rest of the way. It's quite effective, and surprisingly efficient (ask me how I know about the "surprisingly" part).
If I eat it, then I'll never have to sit in it again.
And he wants to be free to roll - if I try to put him in a seat, he has to be buckled in or he'll escape. But when he's buckled, he loudly practices his new collection of consonant sounds (ba,…

Dream...

This week's gifts...
1700. A day of leave for Adam
1701. Free smoothies for wearing flip flops to Tropical Smoothie Cafe 1702. Knitting/reading/drinking tea on the balcony 1703. An overcast but not rainy day for a birthday cookout 1704. Adam not having to work, like we thought he would 1705. Time to emotionally/spiritually prepare for my day before it really got started 1706. Going to church all-four-together 1707. Adam thoughtfully putting some leftovers in the crockpot so lunch would be ready as soon as we got home 1708. An awesome new sermon series {ordinary people, extraordinary God} 1709. A Sabbath day 1710. Psalm 19:2 - this week's She Reads Truth memory verse was perfectly timed 1711. Sitting on the porch and Voxer bookclubbing  1712. An on-sale bouquet and a free drink from Starbucks 1713. A knitting friend and her husband being in town, and coming to lunch 1714. Extra long afternoon naps, since everyone got up early 1715. Being stocked up on groceries, so it wasn't a problem that…

Chalk It Up to the Paint Fumes

I bought a little jar of chalkboard paint at Target the other day. Just a wee thing that I thought might be fun to cover a round table (that I didn't like, and therefore couldn't ruin) that I have on the back porch. I also got a set of permanent chalk pens, thinking I'd write something on the table to break up the expanse of black.


So I opened up a brown paper bag as a drop cloth and painted the table. It was fun. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy painting things. It was also fun puzzling out what to write, that was both appropriate and a good length. {I went with Tolkien: Still round the corner there may wait / a new road or a secret gate / and though I oft have passed them by / a day will come when I / shall take the hidden paths that run / west of the moon, east of the sun.}

There seemed to be quite a bit of paint left, so I painted one of the shelves on my pair of bookcases, one that had a few pencil marks on it. And I liked it so much that (over the course of severa…

Celebrate Good Times

Half a year! We got to celebrate Tobin's half-birthday (and my birthday) as an aside to Brooklyn's party on Saturday.

Until such a time as she's old enough to request friends, I'm inviting her grandparents and great-grandparents to share in our celebrations. She was brave and sweet, Tobin enjoyed being passed around (although, he was a little sad that he didn't get to share the hamburgers, cupcakes, or paper-tearing), and I think that everyone had a good time.

Brooklyn had her two-year wellness check last week. She's still below the lowest number on their charts for what they think a two year old should weigh, but she's doing fine on her own curve so they were content. I took that as a sign that we needed after-appointment cookies at Dempsey. Tobin is gaining on her, weight-wise - I'm curious to see what he's up to, at his appointment next week.

He's about ready for food. He watches us eat with a piercing and pitiful gaze, and has been chewing …

Fear...

This week's gifts... 1679. Watching Brooklyn run all over my parents' yard, half-delirious with freedom 1680. My Dad being able to take a couple of the days we were visiting off 1681. Birthday sno cones 1682. Meeting a friend for coffee 1683. Visiting knitters, and managing to keep Tobin fairly dry when we got caught in the rain 1684. Watching the fireflies rise between flashes of lightning, on the back porch with Adam  1685. A quiet morning to pack and play  1686. Lunch with Adam's parents (and my niece and brother-and-sister-in-law) on our way out of town  1687. An uneventful trip home, made without stopping  1688. A reintegrating jammy day 1689. Adam home from work nearly on time  1690. Tobin agreeing to go to bed at eight  1691. The pediatrician giving Brooklyn her own curve, since she's not on their charts 1692. Cookies from Dempsey, and ordering birthday cupcakes while we were there so we could stay home the next day  1693. Brooklyn saying "Thank you, Mommy!" after I…

Sundial

One week shy of six months - where has the time gone? Tobin's been practicing his sitting-up lately, and also pushing up more with his hands when he's on his tummy. Mobility is coming!

While I don't mourn the passage of time or wish that it would stop, and I embrace every point along the circle as one to be celebrated, there is one baby-thing that I have yet to find something as adorable as: the toothless smile. Yes, teeth are exciting (and with amount of chewing-on-things that Tobin's been doing, I'm sure there'll be some soon) but the gummy little laughs are darling.

Time does march on. Brooklyn turned two (!!) on Friday, and we celebrated by turning her carseat to face forward and going to get sno cones. Last summer we gave her shaved ice with no flavoring, but Shave the Planet in Fayetteville has "invisible" flavors, so we gave it a try with undyed raspberry. She was quite enthused about the whole process.

She is such a little person - curious an…

World...

The weekly reckoning...
1661. Tobin going back to bed, so I was able to spend an hour in solitude
1662. Repeated confirmation that it's ok to be an introvert, as long as I don't use "I'm an introvert" selfishly 1663. Finishing a book before bed, and not staying up late to do so 1664. The our church has an early service, for when everyone gets up early 1665. Everyone taking a three hour afternoon nap  1666. An hour and a half long Voxer book talk 1667. My Fair Trade Friday earrings-of-the-month coming before I left town for the week 1668. A new drivers license  1669. Being able to take a shower that was actually relaxing, since there was someone to hold Tobin and listen for Brooklyn 1670. The Walmart in Clarksville - it's right where we are when we need to have a break 1671. Knitting time in the car (extended by having to go back for a forgotten item) 1672. Brooklyn surviving the afternoon and evening trauma-free, despite having not had a nap 1673. A good visit with Adam&#…

Busy Little Bee

To a sweet daughter, an attentive big sister, and a bright little girl... ...happy second birthday!