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thoughts on things

the junior mint phone

hello! apparently, i disappeared for quite awhile. and just so you know we're still here, still good, a few catch-up thoughts on things that have been happening the past few weeks….

* we had the first–of what i imagine to be many, many more–recitals. mary's teacher introduced her as "mary. she's six. she's only been taking lessons for a few weeks. and, isn't she so tiny??" mary was brave, confident. and unmistakably flawless in her rendition of "sea whale". 

she's so tiny

* egg production has dropped off with the darker days. we have no electric at the coop, so we don't simulate longer days for the girls with lights. it makes each little egg a gift.

* i don't think i've seen the inside of birdy's mouth in three weeks. her lips are in a constant, sucking-pursed-state, as we wait, and wait and wait for these painful teeth number three and four to emerge. poor babe.

* soccer season ended with many, many tears when the girls lost their final game in the tournament. lots of tears, except for emma. who packed up her gear and walked off the field. i was okay with that. 

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*birdy is army-crawling all over the house. gone are the days of peaceful baby playing on the quilt. this morning, she discovered the little pile of ash in front of the woodstove (the stove was not going) and covered herself in grey dust.

*my mother-in-law came to visit last week. and while she was here, she cleaned my living room and kitchen. not "tidied" but cleaned. i'm not sure if i should accept this as a wonderful gift, or as a sign that my house is a dirty mess. 

*there is a ten-gallon fish tank on the floor of my living room full of pine needles, leaf litter, grasses, dandelion fronds and ONE wooly bear. 

* i am taking a 6 week class at a local gym called, "body conversion". sounds scary, doesn't it? but, each night that i go, i am reminded that there is a big difference between what you think you cannot do, and what you can push yourself to do. those voices in our heads sure like to tell us otherwise. i am loving it.

So, hi! hello! i've missed this place. i make no promises, but i hope to be back here a little more regularly. (famous last words)

 

 

the junior mint phone

hello! apparently, i disappeared for quite awhile. and just so you know we're still here, still good, a few catch-up thoughts on things that have been happening the past few weeks….

* we had the first–of what i imagine to be many, many more–recitals. mary's teacher introduced her as "mary. she's six. she's only been taking lessons for a few weeks. and, isn't she so tiny??" mary was brave, confident. and unmistakably flawless in her rendition of "sea whale". 

she's so tiny

* egg production has dropped off with the darker days. we have no electric at the coop, so we don't simulate longer days for the girls with lights. it makes each little egg a gift.

* i don't think i've seen the inside of birdy's mouth in three weeks. her lips are in a constant, sucking-pursed-state, as we wait, and wait and wait for these painful teeth number three and four to emerge. poor babe.

* soccer season ended with many, many tears when the girls lost their final game in the tournament. lots of tears, except for emma. who packed up her gear and walked off the field. i was okay with that. 

DSC_0036

*birdy is army-crawling all over the house. gone are the days of peaceful baby playing on the quilt. this morning, she discovered the little pile of ash in front of the woodstove (the stove was not going) and covered herself in grey dust.

*my mother-in-law came to visit last week. and while she was here, she cleaned my living room and kitchen. not "tidied" but cleaned. i'm not sure if i should accept this as a wonderful gift, or as a sign that my house is a dirty mess. 

*there is a ten-gallon fish tank on the floor of my living room full of pine needles, leaf litter, grasses, dandelion fronds and ONE wooly bear. 

* i am taking a 6 week class at a local gym called, "body conversion". sounds scary, doesn't it? but, each night that i go, i am reminded that there is a big difference between what you think you cannot do, and what you can push yourself to do. those voices in our heads sure like to tell us otherwise. i am loving it.

So, hi! hello! i've missed this place. i make no promises, but i hope to be back here a little more regularly. (famous last words)

 

 

17 comments on “thoughts on things”

  1. definitely take the cleaning as a gift.and i almost never push myself to do anything, physically. i think i should change that, and soon.xoxo.

  2. The cleaning is definitely a gift. And poor Birdy! Kit had the worst time with those two teeth. She’s working on 7 and 8 right now. I’ll be glad when they’re out and hope for a break in the constant teething.

    Thanks for reminding/kick starting me into starting my gym class this week. I have something similar that will run into the new year. This body needs some shape other than flabby.

  3. YaY, so glad to have you back!!

    Sounds like you’re busy and happy and doing well. Great job with the working out, can’t wait to get back to the gym myself!!! Reminds me of our days together with volleyball…(I was walking down that memory lane looking at SHS state champ photos last night from this year’s team. They are awesome!)

    No baby news yet…I’ll keep you posted.

    *hugs*

    kk

  4. Hi, I was wondering about you! I would have loved to have seen Mary play the piano. You have got to be busy with Birdy crawling, if that’s not a body conversion I don’t know what is. : D

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  5. You’ve been busy busy busy. Glad to see you’re back. I wish some of your daughter’s unmistakably flawlessness would rub off on my sons’ piano lessons! 🙂 I had to laugh at the cleaning of your house – take it as a gift, not as an admonition. I’d say, if your house was really clean (with all your wonderful children, your creativity and allowing many animals into your home), then maybe your home’s sense of wonder would be rather sterile… that’s what I keep trying to tell myself as I look around the state of our house… 🙂

  6. Anne lamott told the tale, in operating instructions, of church friends visiting just after the birth of her son, asking what she most wanted and needed done. the answer, which she could only barely just give, was to clean (her bathroom, I think it was). the anguish was palpable (before), the gratitude profound (after). Cleaning, I think, is an absolute gift.

    Congratulations to Mary on her first recital. And welcome back.

  7. So glad to see you back. You were misseed! Hope your Thanksgiving was blessed and relaxing. Enjoy the cleaning that was given and don’t over think it. Mary looks so professional in the piano photo. Congrats on a full of of lovely girls (and Dan too).

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