6.26.2017

just add water


6.22.2017

at the end of most days

we all smell like dirt.

6.20.2017

rest periods


On the way to the pool this morning Tolliver asked us how many whistles we'd stay for, and I remembered exactly what it felt like to measure summer days by the rest period whistle.

6.18.2017

They might be the luckiest boys in the world.

I can't get them all to look at the camera, but they do all look at their dad with the same wide-eyed awe that I have. With the same big brown eyes that he has.
Aside: those dairy cow eyes aren't the only good thing the boys got from their father.
Whether we're sitting in traffic or spilling his coffee or swearing about something that hurts, he is patient and level headed, always listening and forever putting himself last.
He knows that flowers fix most any hot mess kind of day, and that hugs and chocolate and queso and kisses bring us all back to happy in a matter of minutes.
He is totally devoted to our family, and I feel fortunate to be his partner in parenting these kids.

6.14.2017

some of the best seconds

February 2017 - June 2017


6.11.2017

paying attention

Summer is so full of Watch me!s
Cannonballs into the pool and scooter races on the driveway and monkey bar tricks at the playground.
(And babies headed straight for the street.)
The boys are so full of wonder.  They gather my scattered attention with Look! on a constant loop. Look at the baby birds! Look, a cat! Look, the praying mantis egg hatched!
We're trying to spend most of our time outside. I'm trying to put down my phone and soak up the glow of the kids. Brown skin and bare toes. Pajamas till noon and popsicles before dinner and long stretches of time to do exactly as we please. Adventuring, and paying attention.

6.08.2017

Poker Face