Charlie is "in bed". Which means he asked for a yogurt. A water. To talk to his Daddy. To wear special slippers. Then I was thirsty. Then the baby started fussing in her crib. Then Cook barked at something, nothing, outside. Then Rich asked me to make a quesadilla. At 9:00 at night.
It's a strange and busy little life we have. Needless to say, it's been hard to sandwich in a blog post here and there. Between diaper changes, financial reports at work, phone calls to family, and a laundry list of other life stuff, it's been tricky for me to sit still, edit and sort photos and document our days as they're passing us by at a million miles an hour.
Finally, here I am. I will just choose my favorite photos and narrate them, total stream of thoughts. No start and finish to this story. Much like my evening.
Rich is reading Swagger: 10 Urgent Rules for Raising Boys in an Era of Failing
Schools, Mass Joblessness, and Thug Culture by Lisa Bloom. The common current of her book is for fathers to set an example to their sons by reading. So Rich has been doing that. And we've noticed a difference.
On Mother's Day weekend, I threw some towels, snacks and sunscreen in a bag at the last minute and took the kids to Mother's Beach in Long Beach. Charlie was excited that he could fill his bucket with mud and carry it back and forth to our lounge site. He's easy to please.
It was baby girl's first time dipping her toes in the ocean.
This may be my favorite iPhone photo that I've taken in the 2 years I've had the phone. And it perfectly captures my Chazzy.
Trying to get more photos up of Alice smiling for Robin. This is getting closer.
We've been trying to maintain a "clean eating" diet. It's hard. Not as hard as paleo or gluten free or some of the others. But harder than the usual easy-to-make processed dinners we eat.
Rich photo bombs my shots with his beers. It's annoying.
Doing her best impression of a throw pillow.
This is my migraine face. For a few weeks there, I was having 6 migraines a week. Clean eating + some Topamax is providing some relief.
I bought these fuzzy balls at Ikea. Talking about these fuzzy balls brought out the 12 year olds in Michelle Peters and I last Friday night.
This kid with this hair, these eyes, holding this orange Crush -
plus this girl, this green tutu and this serious face -
Make me one happy mama.