family / home / life (in general)

together

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Every once in awhile, a person has to step back and evaluate….whether you’re evaluating the layout of a room, how you spend your time, how you parent, where your money goes, how you’re investing in important relationships, etc.
This weekend Dan and I had some good talks about our time, our family, our relationship. It’s hard sometimes to balance all that needs and wants to be done and still carve out time for your spouse. Sometimes, it’s just not possible. But  noticed lately that I often live this parallel, tag team life with my husband, especially on the weekends. It’s like this: "you watch the kids while I mow and weed-whack around the fences." Then, quickly, now, "SWITCH! You put the girls down for naps while I run to the grocery store and make a pass through the farmers’ market." And oftentimes, we don’t ‘meet up’ until the end of the day, when we’re both tired and worn out from getting the ‘must-do list’ done. And lately, it’s been driving me crazy. I feel like those tag-team WWF wrestlers, who smack hands as they swap places–one jumps out of the ring while the other squeezes between the ropes back into the mix of things.

Dan and I both love to be together. And as much as we love being together, we love being together as a family, too. So this weekend we talked about embracing the everyday– finding ways to be together doing the everyday things that need to be done. If the garden needs to be weeded, then let’s all go out there together and knock it out. If the dishes need to be washed after dinner, then let’s put the girls to bed and enjoy doing it together.

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Now of course, we won’t be holding hands and moving through all of life’s chores together. Some things still need to be done–I don’t intend to walk along beside Dan while he weed-eats around the fence posts. And I still prefer zipping through the grocery store by myself vs. dragging all the children with me. But there are still many things that we do each day, each weekend, that could be done together. They might not be accomplished as quickly or efficiently, but that’s not always what it’s about.

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So we ‘kicked it off’ Sunday with a project Dan has been wanting to work on–mapping out some of the trees and woody plants around the farm. We gathered our field guides (this one I highly recommend), notebook, camera and headed out. I much preferred it this way. And even though the girls started melting in the afternoon heat and humidity, and a sassy (overtired) child intentionally dumped the bucket of leaves that we had been carefully saving…it was okay. We both kind of looked at each other like, "We tried. It was worth it. Let’s go swimming."

Guides

The_map

And it felt good. It’s nice to come to the end of the day knowing you’ve spent time together with each other and as a family. There’s a contentment and peace in that. A feeling like you’ve ‘checked in’ with each other and all is good and right.

P1010016

Every once in awhile, a person has to step back and evaluate….whether you’re evaluating the layout of a room, how you spend your time, how you parent, where your money goes, how you’re investing in important relationships, etc.
This weekend Dan and I had some good talks about our time, our family, our relationship. It’s hard sometimes to balance all that needs and wants to be done and still carve out time for your spouse. Sometimes, it’s just not possible. But  noticed lately that I often live this parallel, tag team life with my husband, especially on the weekends. It’s like this: "you watch the kids while I mow and weed-whack around the fences." Then, quickly, now, "SWITCH! You put the girls down for naps while I run to the grocery store and make a pass through the farmers’ market." And oftentimes, we don’t ‘meet up’ until the end of the day, when we’re both tired and worn out from getting the ‘must-do list’ done. And lately, it’s been driving me crazy. I feel like those tag-team WWF wrestlers, who smack hands as they swap places–one jumps out of the ring while the other squeezes between the ropes back into the mix of things.

Dan and I both love to be together. And as much as we love being together, we love being together as a family, too. So this weekend we talked about embracing the everyday– finding ways to be together doing the everyday things that need to be done. If the garden needs to be weeded, then let’s all go out there together and knock it out. If the dishes need to be washed after dinner, then let’s put the girls to bed and enjoy doing it together.

P1010006_2

Now of course, we won’t be holding hands and moving through all of life’s chores together. Some things still need to be done–I don’t intend to walk along beside Dan while he weed-eats around the fence posts. And I still prefer zipping through the grocery store by myself vs. dragging all the children with me. But there are still many things that we do each day, each weekend, that could be done together. They might not be accomplished as quickly or efficiently, but that’s not always what it’s about.

P1010024

So we ‘kicked it off’ Sunday with a project Dan has been wanting to work on–mapping out some of the trees and woody plants around the farm. We gathered our field guides (this one I highly recommend), notebook, camera and headed out. I much preferred it this way. And even though the girls started melting in the afternoon heat and humidity, and a sassy (overtired) child intentionally dumped the bucket of leaves that we had been carefully saving…it was okay. We both kind of looked at each other like, "We tried. It was worth it. Let’s go swimming."

Guides

The_map

And it felt good. It’s nice to come to the end of the day knowing you’ve spent time together with each other and as a family. There’s a contentment and peace in that. A feeling like you’ve ‘checked in’ with each other and all is good and right.

babyhood / life (in general) / MOTHERHOOD

what’s new

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Our internet was knocked out in a thunderstorm Sunday morning and has finally been restored this afternoon. I kind of enjoyed the forced break. It left me lots of time for reading, knitting and general wackiness around here. Now today, there’s so much that could be written to play catch-up, but at the same time it feels like there’s nothing in particular to say.
Kind of like of friend of mine around here who always asks, "what’s new?" every time we meet. And I always answer: "not much". Yet lots is new. Life brings something new each day.

For example:
Elizabeth has discovered the joys of rolling over much to her mother’s frustration. She has FINALLY settled down for a nap this afternoon after me coming in to her crib many times to flip her back over. I’m sure she thinks it’s quite entertaining.

Emma is suffering through swimmer’s ear…which makes perfect sense because she’s probably in the pool three times a day. I remember earaches and how even just tucking the hair behind your ear is painful. Poor baby.

And Mary, well, let’s just say Mary is three. That probably says enough. She is my non-stop talker, energy-depleter and yet I could still eat her up (most of the time). But, we may have had a breakthrough in the car yesterday: "MOM!! I just realized I can still breathe when I’m not talking!!" phew.

P1010069

Our internet was knocked out in a thunderstorm Sunday morning and has finally been restored this afternoon. I kind of enjoyed the forced break. It left me lots of time for reading, knitting and general wackiness around here. Now today, there’s so much that could be written to play catch-up, but at the same time it feels like there’s nothing in particular to say.
Kind of like of friend of mine around here who always asks, "what’s new?" every time we meet. And I always answer: "not much". Yet lots is new. Life brings something new each day.

For example:
Elizabeth has discovered the joys of rolling over much to her mother’s frustration. She has FINALLY settled down for a nap this afternoon after me coming in to her crib many times to flip her back over. I’m sure she thinks it’s quite entertaining.

Emma is suffering through swimmer’s ear…which makes perfect sense because she’s probably in the pool three times a day. I remember earaches and how even just tucking the hair behind your ear is painful. Poor baby.

And Mary, well, let’s just say Mary is three. That probably says enough. She is my non-stop talker, energy-depleter and yet I could still eat her up (most of the time). But, we may have had a breakthrough in the car yesterday: "MOM!! I just realized I can still breathe when I’m not talking!!" phew.