Sometimes we're both just one book away from a better mood.
I don't know, I kind of think love smells like little boys and bourbon after they're in bed, like artichoke dip and laughs with my sister and chocolate covered strawberries before dinner, like loyalty and like the lavender lotion we used to lather on Celia every night.
Posted by Andy and Jenni at 9:50 PM
Everything moved so much slower.
Sometimes he makes me slow down and sometimes he makes me speed up and most of the time he makes me smile about things that may have otherwise become stale.
Posted by Andy and Jenni at 10:27 PM
He is pretty much the most lovable little baby in the whole world.
I'd give him two thumbs up and all the stars in the sky.
Posted by Andy and Jenni at 5:43 AM
The boys are all asleep, the process of shutting it DOWN concluded.
Sometimes, after the bedtime routine, after just one more book/sip of water/back scratch, we get the chance to sit down.
There is evidence of this ringing in my ears and settling around my ankles.
I keep making things, too. Mostly mistakes. And then I compound my errors, the coils of the day tightening, constricting my organs, and I find myself sneaking chocolate coins from the Tooth Fairy’s stash, eating peanut butter straight from the jar.
But sitting down at the end of it, deep breath, it's easy to survey our good fortune.
Parenting is hard. How lucky we are to experience all of it though, the juggle, the struggle, the joy.
Posted by Andy and Jenni at 9:22 PM
Posted by Andy and Jenni at 10:06 PM
Tucker's piano teacher has been assigning challenge pieces - the most recent with a new time signature - that stretch Tuck way beyond the "this comes easy" zone. He plays for a few minutes here and a few minutes there, whenever the mood strikes, repeating the same hard phrases, making lots of mistakes. But he handles each error with an enviable measure of grace.
And baby Hank walks all over the place these days, navigating our space with intuition and intrigue, gauging whether he can make it on two feet from one spot to another. He stumbles often and stands again, each day traveling farther and falling less.
I can't help but feel proud of each boys' pluck and perseverance.
And I wonder, does complete disinterest in perfection make it easier to be a beginner?
Posted by Andy and Jenni at 10:21 PM