The ABCs of Spring

For this post, I thought I’d give you a little recap of our spring…alphabet-style.

A is for Anna (and Elsa).

IMG_4995One of my children may someday be a Method actor.  Which one? IMG_4997 IMG_5003IMG_5006(The curtains = the kingdom of isolation.  Clearly.)

B is for beach. 

At the beginning of April, we had the joy of spending a week in Watersound Beach with my family.  Actually, to be precise, one of my kids had the joy of spending the week there:

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The other was not impressed.

IMG_6058It’s hard to enjoy the beach if you’re terrified of sand.

Still, it was a fantastic week.  Sally Clarkson writes about a well-timed getaway, “my heart was desperate for some new inspiration and rest from my draining and demanding days.” I hadn’t realized that I was feeling a little low, but then this week was full of rest, beautiful scenery, and fun that lifted my spirits and refilled my heart.  After a week away, the routines that had begun to feel mundane felt sweet again. I am so thankful for the week away.

C is for (some) clarity. 

It was hard for me to make the choice to sign both girls up for preschool next year, but knowing that this season is going to change in a few months has really helped me to appreciate and savor this time with them (and not feel bogged down in it).  Paying for two preschool tuitions will be more expensive than paying for one sitter, so I have been laying some groundwork to get some higher-paying projects and clients for the summer and fall so that I can keep making a similar net income.  It’s been interesting to reflect on where I am in my part time job/business/whatever and where I may want to go in the future.

I spent so much time in my teens and early twenties reflecting on what I wanted to be when I “grew up.”  These days, I find myself thinking a lot more about who I want to be. It’s amazing how much bigger your world becomes and how many more options you have when you start with the “who” question…

D is for D, the letter of the month. 

IMG_5130I started a “letter of the week” station in January and VERY quickly turned it into a letter of the month station. It’s fun to expose the girls to new concepts and to watch them explore sounds and patterns.  However, at the rate we’re going, we’ll be doing a letter of the month for a little over two years.  I’m not sure we’ll make it…

E is for Easter.

This year, we participated in three egg hunts, in addition to all the church stuff that you probably assumed we did. We also gave the girls their first Easter baskets. They were moderately excited by the contents.

F is for Forty, which is how old I feel in my SPF 50 sun hat.  

Photo on 4-20-16 at 4.10 PMYou can find me rocking my sun hat, sun screen, and LaCroix most afternoons as we play outside.  In related news, I also bought a one-piece swimsuit this year.

I am a stereotype.

G is for garage sale, which is where I found these Lilly Pulitzer dresses that my girls wore for Easter. IMG_5080I tried bribing them with M&Ms to pose for a photo shoot, but this action shot of them shoving weeds into the pockets of their dresses was the best I could do.  G is also for good thing these weren’t full price.  

H is for happy, which is how Zoe and I feel about the token economy we live in. Since January, Zoe’s only chance to earn TV time has been by taking a nap.  I think she’s secretly relieved to have an “excuse” to take a nap (she definitely still needs to nap), and I’m relieved to have the chance to get work done.

One of the things I think I’ll always remember from this stage of life is how proud she looks when she settles in on the couch after her nap and selects her show of the day.

IMG_4982Lately, she’s been pulling out a big blanket for me and asking me if I want to cuddle with her. Yes, I do.

Sweet, sweet moments.  So glad I’m here for them.

“I” brings me to a quote from one of the best books I’ve read so far in 2016: “It soon became evident that consistently choosing connection over distraction was the key to a more joy-filled life.”  –Rachel Macy Stafford, Hands Free Mama: A Guide to Putting Down the Phone, Burning the To-Do List, and Letting Go of Perfectionism to Grasp What Really Matters 

This book was poignant and thoughtful.  I appreciated every word she wrote and recommend it to everyone—not just mamas.

(Other runners-up for best book I’ve read so far in 2016: Women of the Word, Night Driving: A Story of Faith in the Dark, and Desperate: Hope for the Mom Who Needs to Breathe. I read non-Christian books too—Just Mercy and Nickel and Dimed were two of my good non-Christian reads, along with several parenting books—but overall this has been a rich and engaging season in my faith and my reading list reflects that.  I’m so thankful for that, and for a hobby that works in my current life stage!)

J, K, and L are for Just Kidding, I’m not sure I can do this for an entire alphabet.  I may be Lamer than I thought…I’ll try a few more.  

M is for Messy. 

My sweet mom drove home with us and visited for five days after our beach trip.  In addition to whipping my house and laundry into shape, she also planted some flowers with my girls. They were very excited.

IMG_5093IMG_5096IMG_5097IMG_5098Until reality set in for my daughter who thinks “dirt” and “sand” are THE WORST. IMG_5099IMG_5100N is for NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!IMG_5101IMG_5102IMG_5103IMG_5104IMG_5105O is for Only Zoe is left.IMG_5106P is for “this alphabet schtick is Probably to be continued, but not tonight.” 

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Hobbies, Hair Care Products, Home Design, and My Portrait

This is about how excited I am to finally have the chance to write!

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I truly miss this space and consistently sitting down to pour my heart out through writing.  I know, I know, we are all supposed to go forth and live the life you imagine and remember that this is your one wild and precious life and if you want something, make it happen, but I have found that I imagine and want a lot of things but physically can’t make them all happen.

I’m trying to take the long view—making sure I’m fitting in the things I and my family need each week, and then making time for the things that I want over the course of the month.  My life right now is built on a base of responsibilities with a sprinkle of personal interests, and I could “imagine” all I want that everyone could magically feed themselves and clean up their own literal crap, but that’s not the case.  I could walk around in a state of perpetual annoyance at my “rights” being violated and bitterly fight to get my every desire met, or I could embrace the opportunity to learn how to dig deeper, let my character be shaped, and find joy in things more lasting and important than the immediate gratification of all my needs and desires.

This season won’t last forever and it will never come around again.  I can ride the wave or fight it, but it’s happening either way.

My boss shared something with me this week that seemed relevant to this point:

5ce67bd517b00497ab01e77674873ad6As an illustration, allow me to update you on what has occurred since I began writing this blog post this afternoon:

-David and the girls returned from their quick grocery trip (mission: give mama a few minutes to herself.  Also, buy pretzels).  Riley walks in with a joyful “MAMA!” Zoe walks in saying “I HAD AN ACCIDENT.”  Apparently, it’s the second time this weekend she has mistaken her car seat for a toilet.  She has been potty trained for three months, so I’m not really sure what that’s about.

-David disassembles the carseat pieces so we can wash the carseat cover.  I send Zoe to her room to clean herself up while I unload and put away the groceries (they bought more than pretzels).

-I “cook” “dinner” (tuna melts for grown-ups, English muffin pizzas for the kiddos, no veggies given the situation) while reopening Riley’s straw cup for her approximately 40 times and providing a minute-by-minute countdown of how long it will be until this feast will be plated.

-While we are eating dinner, Zoe exclaims, “I have to go potty!!!” We applaud and encourage her.  Ten minutes of silence later, David checks on her and finds her naked and washing her clothes in the toilet (?!!)

-Clean that up.

-Discuss why we don’t wash our clothing in the toilet and why we don’t play in the bathroom during dinner time.  Play warden for a check-in and check-out of time out.

-Administer hugs and pep talk.

-Zoe’s dinner is cold.  It’s apparently soooooo hard for her to eat her food when it’s cold (and when it’s food).  After a battle of the wills that’s going nowhere, I end up reading her books to distract her while she eats.

-David gets the girls in jammies while I begin cleaning up.

-Dance party! The girls and I bust a move for 20 minutes (okay, actually they bust a move for 17 minutes and I realize at the 20 minute mark that I’m dancing alone to a song called “I Love My Shoes” and have been for the last three minutes.  Rhythm is gonna get you…)

-Bedtime routine—teeth, books, hunting for transitional objects that have been scattered throughout the house, emotional coaching.

-Finish cleaning up dinner.

-Attempt to clean up from the day; take trash out; enjoy sunset for a minute.

This brings us to the present. And now I want to talk about shampoo and conditioner.  Because clearly, when I haven’t blogged for a month, THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I COULD POSSIBLY DISCUSS.  IMG_5131(I figured that if I made this photo black and white, you were less able to see how dirty my shower was.  Slash I live and breathe art.)

Friends, gather close and listen to me wax rhapsodic about hair care products.  If Suave had informercials, I’d be on them, talking about how their coconut oil infusion shampoo and conditioner have helped me achieve soft, touchable hair when God, hard water, infrequent flat-ironing, and occasional chemical processing had other plans for my hair.  I genuinely sit around stroking my hair now and everyone keeps asking me if I just highlighted it.  It’s divine.

To the right of this photo is Coconut CoWash, which is a birthday present to Zoe from one of my friends who has similar curls.  It has cut our hair styling time by one third.  Her curls look and feel great, and my friend tells me it retails for less than $10 at Target!

Walk, don’t run (it’s not THAT big of a deal) to buy the hair product appropriate for YOUR ethnic and racial background!

Next, we will move on to something else important: MY PORTRAIT AND MY BREAKFAST. 

IMG_5128Zoe crafted this gem for me today.  It appears that I may need to work on brightening my face in the morning.  My hair looks great, though (thanks, Suave).

Also: I don’t know why she drew me eating cereal in this picture.  For the last month, my breakfast has consisted of hard boiled eggs and sprouted bread toast topped with smashed avocado and a squeeze of lemon, thanks to a magazine article on “how to have more energy in the mornings.” I actually think it has helped, which is why I’m passing this tip along. Trader Joe’s has very reasonably priced sprouted bread.

Finally: HOME DESIGN

Recently, my mom stiff-armed me into having an interior decorator come to the house (because I need someone to tell me where to put my $30 art and hand-me-down furniture.  Also, and most importantly, because she volunteered to help us for free).

IMG_5129I thought this wall was a high point of my decorating skills, but apparently this isn’t actually a look?!! I have lots to learn, but I’m excited, and our interior decorator (that makes me giggle) is great.  She will be giving me a plan for our future furniture purchases and some current layout improvement ideas.

Since we bought the house, we’ve put in new flooring, painted, painted our home exterior, pulled back overgrown landscaping, painted our pergola, added closet doors to every room, and done a few more miscellaneous projects I can’t recall. To my extreme shock, I am finding that putting effort into a house is satisfying and fun.  I enjoy it.

Oh, adulthood.  How you continually surprise me.

So, my long-winded point here is I may blog occasionally about home design, because it turns out that I like it.  And also, because I have an interior decorator.

 

EXTRANEOUS PHOTO TO LEAVE YOU SAYING “AWWW!” 

IMG_5044I hope you appreciated all of these valuable tips and life lessons (or generally shallow thoughts—however they might have come across).  I’m 25 graded papers away from FREEDOM (before the summer semester begins, at least…so PARTIAL FREEDOM), so I hope to blog again soon!

Sarah out…