Monthly Archives: September 2009
To her, it’s all fascinating. New. Exciting.
Every day things that appear so common to weary eyes are bright and cheerful to her.
Rocks turn into treasures. Flowers into gold. Wind chimes into a symphony.
Her eyes, her enthusiasm, her spirit. These are around me every day. Today, I’m unwrapping them. Reveling in them. Seeing them as the most beautiful ~ and simple ~ gifts from above.
Please visit Emily at Chatting at the Sky for more Tuesday’s Unwrapped. You’ll find simple moments and simple mysteries unwrapped in every day life. Enjoy!
Fynn is at the point where he does a lot of things all by himself.
And that choice is not always the easiest. But we go with it. Encourage him, and nurture his independence.
I can’t tell you how many times a day I hear “No, I do it! Allllllll by myself!”
Sometimes there’s a smile, sometimes he’s concentrating.
Other times it looks something like this:
Occasionally even this:
But most often, the end result turns out to be what’s been desired all the time:
A little bit of freedom. A breath of fresh air. The confidence and pride that comes with being able to do something all by yourself.
I just hope he occasionally asks for help when the zipper snags…
Our Saturday consisted of…
Some bonding time for Daddy & Fynn
One children’s consignment event attended
Two winter coats, one pair of snowpants, several sweaters and sweatshirts, outfits, etc… purchased for under $50
One failed attempt to go to the pumpkin patch (we don’t do crowds 😉 )
One successful trip to the park
Two underwear changes during our first trip to the park with no diapers
One race to see a train go by
Two small car naps for a little girl
One failed attempt at a nap for a certain mama
One apple cake made & glazed
One batch of applesauce made & put away
Three loads of laundry washed and dried (not put away)
Two children completely tired out
Two adults ready to collapse
Lots of hugs & snuggles
Lots of apple cake consumed
I’ve had a terrible case of the mean reds recently. As I’m sure you can tell from the posts this week, it’s been a rough week. Filled with transitions, headaches, loss of patience… but at the same time it’s been full of immense pride, of joyful moments, of quiet moments, and of hope.
But still, the mean reds have crept up on me. They come out of nowhere. Have you heard of the mean reds before, or experienced them? The following quote is from my most favorite movie, Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then – then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
I can’t remember the first time I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s, but as long as I can remember I’ve loved it. And identified with it. Trying to create yourself, trying to be yourself, trying to find a love, trying to stay true to yourself. Learning to love. To accept. To grow up.
And of course, I’ve loved her little black dress. And the pearls. How can you not love Audrey Hepburn in this movie? So simple and elegant, full of conflict and complexity.
Back to the mean reds. They creep up on me. But it’s always comforting to know that someone else, somewhere, has gotten through them. Even if it’s a fictional character that was created years before my time. The quote above is something that I could read over and over, and every time I would say This… so so this.
There is absolutely nothing cuter than a grumpy Paige.
I don’t know why, but she cracks me up. Maybe because she shows each and every emotion. She doesn’t hide anything. Wouldn’t that be fabulous? She takes risks, that little one 😉