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1784. Morning adventures and paleo biscuits and gravy
1785. A pretty Betta who likes his new home 1786. One for one tacos {a taco for me = a meal for a kid in Africa} 1787. Brooklyn's excitement about going to church 1788. Solo grocery shopping - so much more efficient! 1789. Experimental soup success 1790. A jammy day, after a busy weekend 1791. Tobin's ardent desire to do whatever Brooklyn's doing 1792. Spontaneous weekday adventures 1793. The Museum of Discovery  1794. That Brooklyn considers it a treat to go somewhere and sit and look at books 1795. Tobin's adorable attempts to crawl  1796. Enthusiastic squeezie hugs from Brooklyn 1797. Adam's patience with my periodic bouts of "everything's awful and I'm not ok" 1798. Convincing Tobin to go to bed before 9pm, several nights in a row 1799. Progress made on deadline projects 1800! Afternoon naps for all 1801. An hour alone at Starbucks, spent productively 1802. Mum coming to get we-three so I wou…

The Walled Garden

I don't know if I've ever directly mentioned the tree behind our building, but I know that it's appeared peripherally, either in photos or references to leaves and birds and shade. It was about as tall as our three-story building, a sycamore and some sort of beech-birch-aspen-type-thing right next to each other... and, you will notice, is now referred to in the past tense.

A few days ago, someone came and cut it down. I heard the chainsaw and peeked through the blinds just in time to see it fall. I cried. There were homeless, flightless baby robins trying to get into the magnolia trees out front, and when I went to sit in the chair on our balcony, I felt oddly exposed.

I'm still coming to terms with my loss (yes, I'm aware that I'm talking about a tree that didn't belong to me). One thing I realized is that its presence made me feel protected and free at the same time - it was the first indicator of a rising storm, it sheltered that side of the building fr…

On the Move

Tobin decided, after a weekend visiting Fayetteville, that he should be mobile now. I wouldn't exactly call what he's doing "crawling" - he moves his knees up until they touch his hands, then lays down, hands extended, and repeats the process. It's definitely the most effective thing he's tried so far, and Brooklyn and I spent our day today keeping him out of things.

He didn't really have much need to move while we were in Fayetteville, with a steady stream of people who were happy to tote him around. I think he and Brooklyn both enjoyed their cousin Hannah's first birthday party - I wondered how Brooklyn would do, since that's the first not-for-her party she's been to, but she was brave and patient and did very well.

She's such a little person, I don't know why I was worried. This morning she was drilling Tobin with a set of alphabet flashcards. What's this? This is a W. This is a wagon. No, T, not a mouth toy! She kept pushing h…

Splash

Tobin is continuing his experiments in locomotion. He moved one knee forward once (before reverting to the Superman Pose), and lifted one hand once - since that maneuver resulted in him promptly toppling over onto his back, he hasn't tried it since (I think it looked something like the one time I tried to ride a skateboard and found myself sitting in the middle of the road while it spun upside down in a ditch, immediately after I stepped onto it, with no clear idea of what had happened). But he still likes to get up on his hands and knees and bounce. He'll get it soon, I'm sure.

And when he does, I suspect that the first person he crawls to will be Brooklyn. He's so fascinated by her - not just by her toys that he can't have, but by her. She gives him hugs and he giggles, then holds perfectly still and waits to see if she'll do it again.

Brooklyn likes him well enough - unless he sneaks up on her, gets into her toys, or grabs her hair. Then she's just offe…

Free...

Accumulation...
1745. Farmers Market adventures with Tobin 
1746. Brooklyn's continued bravery after several days of lots of new places and people 1747. Sparklers, and both Littles sleeping through a window-rattling neighborhood fireworks display  1748. Lunch with friends before leaving Fayetteville  1749. Brooklyn bringing Tobin a toy out of his bag, to keep him happy while we unpacked  1750. Having had the forethought to leave a day's worth of leftovers in the fridge, knowing we wouldn't feel like cooking  1751. A day at home together before Adam had to go back to work  1752. Driving adventures, with talking and cupcakes  1753. Fish not being counted as "pets" in our apartments' pet policy  1754. A jammy day, since everyone seems to be coming down with something 1755. Brooklyn eating "toats" {toast} with her lunch and being excited about it 1756. Finding the roach that tried to hide in the closet 1757. Tampering with one of Adam's recipes, and him liking t…

Saturdays

I am a firm believer in Saturdays. Even though my dad often worked on Saturdays when I was a kid, I always thought that they should be special. I have tried my whole life to establish a Saturday Morning Pancake Breakfast Tradition, but no one else has embraced it with my level of enthusiasm or dedication - so when I have any amount of say, I always try to seek out special adventures for myself.

For example, the summer I was in Cleveland for an internship, I made it a point to walk to a Papa John's a few miles away and order a large pizza (which also became my breakfast for the rest of the week...) then get a couple of movies from the video rental store next door while I waited for my pizza, on the Saturdays that I wasn't working (on the Saturdays I did work, I made sure to leave in enough time to stop by the Vine and Bean Cafe for a chai). 
The summer I spent in New York, I would get up early on Saturdays and after a breakfast of pancakes I would explore the city. The Brookly…

As Easy As ABC

Tobin has been practicing his mobility this week, rolling and skootching around to get to things, and getting up on his hands and knees (and then crying because he doesn't know how to go that way). He's not interested in sitting up on his own - he'd rather spend his energy moving. I took him to the nursery during church yesterday (since Adam was at Drill, and because we need to work on him being away from me for more than 20 minutes at a time) and he discovered bouncy exersaucers and wore himself out.

It seems like the further you set him away from something, the more quickly he gets to it. He had the blinds on our back door in both hands a few days ago and was about to take a bite, like it was a cob of corn, when Brooklyn noticed. "No, no, Tobin! Not a mouth toy!" And then she carefully pried his hands loose, shifted him away from the door, and diverted his attention with one of his own toys.

She's so adorably aware. She can accurately identify any letter (…

Better Together

As I was looking over the list of margin-carving ideas in Bonnie's book, the suggestion under the header of creativity to do something you'd always wanted to do sparked a dormant desire to paint. Since I don't really have a place to do that in my own home (I don't want to ruin our rental carpet, nor do I want to try to put everything away as soon as Small Persons wake up), I contacted a friend in Fayetteville to see if she'd like to do Painting With A Twist with me the next time I was in town, and went ahead and reserved two seats when she agreed, even though it was going to be a few weeks.


If Painting With A Twist (and its derivatives - I think there are a lot of similar places with different names) is not a familiar concept to you, you spend two hours using the provided paints and brushes and canvas to follow along with the instructor's recommendations for a particular piece of art. Everyone's look different (you can see that my friend followed the direc…

Under Cloud and Under Star

The past week has been a whirlwind of travel and family and new places and adventures. Brooklyn and Tobin were both extraordinarily brave, meeting each new person with a smile and accepting the utter upheaval of Normal.

We roadtripped to Mountain Home, about three hours away, on Thursday. As we were wending our way along narrow country roads, we kept seeing signs for a natural bridge. Because my family was all about spontaneous side road adventures and Adam's wasn't, we decided to check it out (I was motivated by fun memories, he was motivated by deprivation).

It was a really nice break to get out and walk a little - there was tiny cabin that you walked through to get to the trail, which was a very manageable half mile total. It was well worth stopping, but not a huge ordeal, and I think it helped the introverts among us prepare for the family reunion that we were headed for.


We enjoyed spending time with my mom's family, who I hadn't seen in several years (no one had…