hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last week
:: Ruby Jane is six months old. She tried and loved avocado on her half-year (really?!) day, just like Margot did.
:: On a work day, we spontaneously met papa for a picnic in Greenough Park. Not much better than laying like seals in the sun after sharing a sandwich.
:: Thank goodness papa knows how to toss children through the air, spin them until they are dizzy with giggles and play hide-and-seek for hours. Otherwise, my daughters would miss out on a lot of fun.
:: And the Epic Salad Marathon begins. By this time of year I am so starved for decent vegetables that I cannot imagine growing tired of anything fresh. I know zucchini will prove me wrong. But now. Now, we dine on meaty spinach and peppery arugula like we have scurvy.
:: Oh my little creative, independent soul.
:: Several times a day, I hear silence. Half the time it’s because Margot is playing Magnum PI with the increasingly limited number of items I can call mine and the other half is this:
:: I have incredibly generous, smart, beautiful and inspiring girlfriends. They amaze me. I sincerely have daily reflections on my fortune in friends. And then, a few years ago, this amazing thing happened without any plan at all. A bunch of us had kids. Growing with my friends with our kids growing together is damn beautiful.
:: I think I could cut out a ‘Montana’ blindfolded with one hand. I know I can cut out a ‘Montana’ while holding one or two children and singing oh mister moon.
:: Oh and the morning romps. I know when I am older, I will look back on our mornings messing up the bed, laughing, jumping and cuddling with so much fondness. It’s one of my favorites.