It feels like my brain might burst with all the things stirring in it these days. Or maybe that’s just who I am. The ideas, the questions, the hypotheses, the plans… I am taking things in at a mile a minute and wanting to produce even faster. What factors are driving the latest idea dump?
That itch is still there. The itch to keep writing. I feel like I have something to say.
I can feel my degree within reach, and of course that leads to my next question of — What am I going to do with all that “free” time? (Ha, ha)
Yesterday we took a day trip to visit E&T who moved to Bremerton a few months ago. Fell in love with their new home and their new lifestyle (ferry commute). Thanks for the amazing brunch and good company. Highlights included a neighborhood tour; introducing W to a coloring book; spinach from erin’s garden; outdoor diaper changes; and the ferry ride back home with great friends. xo
A couple months ago, I was working from home on a Friday. My mom was here, and I ran down to the mail room to pick up a couple packages. Within ten minutes, W had a hold of one of them and he was mesmerized. A little explorer, looking in and out of the boxes, holding them over his head, putting things in and taking them out.
The box fascination has continued. I try to keep most of his toys in or around boxes for an added layer of curiosity.
Oh, and I love watching him. With a box. In a box. Outside a box. Next to a box.
S and I grew a lot closer when we had baby W.
Gottman says that the biggest indicator of success when a couple has a new baby in the home is whether or not it’s a shared experience.
Lucky for us, it has always felt, from the day W was born, that we’re in this together. We became teammates and co-parents overnight. At times, it’s so easy and straightforward: I’ll do this, can you do that… a give and take. And there are times when we disagree so strongly on how to parent, or how to do something, that it’s hard to imagine we’ll reach a middle ground.
In my nine years in Seattle, I have never experienced a Memorial Day weekend quite like this past one. You see, summer usually starts in, oh, August. We might get a week of sunshine here or there in the spring, but Memorial Day weather has never been anything remarkable. Until this past weekend. 85 degrees and sunny. EVERY DAY OF THE WEEKEND.
It was a blast. We grilled two of the three nights; had friends visiting from SF; saw pals who have a babe a week older than W; sat in the sun; went to a BBQ (Sarah’s backyard is incredible right now); and got to taste homemade pizza.
When I started this little ol’ blog, I knew the hard part would be keeping it going. I’m really good at starting projects… but finishing them? That’s a whole other story.
I’ve been thinking a lot about people lately. No, too broad. I’ve been thinking a lot about strangers recently. Yes, strangers. There’s something about a random interaction with a stranger that can sometimes light up my day.
Take the lady at the Dry Cleaners last week. I was cracking up at the fact that she was in a down coat, and a summer dress. I was jealous of the down coat because I left any sort of cardigan of mine at home… and was left in a sundress.
Or, my the woman who cuts my hair. I ADORE her. I see her once, maybe twice a year. But it feels like we’re old pals.
We had just gotten back from Utah when Shan and Derek invited us to play on the Olympic Peninsula the following weekend. It took us, oh, 15 seconds to say yes.
Got to ski on my birthday and take another little family trip. My gratitude at this point is overflowing and sometimes overwhelming… there’s just so much to be grateful for right now. And then I juxtapose that with everything in the news this week and it’s too much to take at times. Insert some sort of emoji here.
The day before we left, I was feeling a little exhausted just thinking about traveling or taking a long car ride. But I always take that back as soon as we hit the road. On weekend trips, it’s all good and easy and simple. I get to talk to Sean for an extended period of time (this time, he substituted as my business law professor and got me up to date on contracts — yeeeeah). I spend quality time with W in between his naps in the backseat. And I unplug a little bit (being in Canada helped).
Getting away really does feel like getting away from the hustle and bustle. Here are some recent pics of baby time, birthday treats, extended family, work events, and the Whistler trip.