Up close

What it is

Paint gets everywhere, on his legs, on the rough red of the patio bricks, on the paper, and I nod. “Yes,” I say, “Yes that’s awesome! Do some more.” And he grins, swirling the brush through the paint, confident in my pleasure. He swipes the paper with a bold stroke of red, thick as jelly, [...]

The pictures I promised

Go here for the up-close versions & lots of notes. I had maybe a little too much fun with the writing the notes. And thank you for the suggestions. I currently smell a tad like sauteed cabbage, but my boobs don’t hurt as much… (Bean was down to one nursing a day–before bed, so it [...]

Mamas, your expertise, please

So, I’m totally working on the picture laden post (I’m not just lolling about in the sunshine, picking armfuls of black-eyed susans and daisies, reading a really a really good book, and eating organic cantelope, I swear!) But in the meantime I have two pressing issues. Boobs & poop. I need to know two things. [...]

Don't think I've forgotten you…

It’s just–WE MOVED IN. And my kitchen is gorgeous and it’s summer and we just got back from all-day furniture shopping and licking peach juice off our fingers and I’ve had no time to post. But I will tonight. With pictures. Promise.

Summer

We blow a hundred bubbles one by one. Our breath caught up in the glycerin spheres that float up above the trees. Bean watches each faint rainbow circle as it drifts away against the backdrop of pale blue. It is the beginning of summer. Lazy afternoons in a plastic wading pool with a red rubber [...]

A year here

A year ago, more or less, I started this blog hoping to find a reason to come to the page every day. I have. You. Thank you. For your kindness, your friendship, your encouragement, your humor, your beautiful art, your appreciation. This blog has become a kind of lens for me, allowing me to look [...]

16 months

My dear beautiful boy, The sweetness and heartache of watching you grow is almost too intense to bear. You will understand this someday: how your growing marks my growing too; your life making mine finite and fragile each day in a myriad of small ways. But for now you are content to ponder simpler things: [...]