Still sleeping after 8 in the morning.
Lips moving — sleep nursing.
When he is asleep
he still looks like our baby.
“It’s on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.” — Claude Monet
Watching my children — really paying attention to them at play — is one of my greatest joys.
After a long no-nap day with this little man, a bath soothes all of our nerves.
Coldish and rainy
evening porch play
with a French baby beret
a tolerant toddler
and a box of creatures.
The girls found an old tattered and torn pillow case in the linen closet, cut it up, and transformed it into a dozen doll pillows.
I have been the recipient of a series of unkind words this week, and this little pile of pillows seems to be the reminder I need today. Be gentle. Remember the power we wield with our words.
Now if only I can learn from my girls’ creativity and turn a torn relationship into a beautiful connection again . . .
Yes, it’s bedtime. We’re still here, on the beach.
Three long days with afternoon obligations and no naps for this little one. Taking deep breaths now and planning to stay home all day tomorrow.
Watching them paint together
on the porch
with a July breeze
and tan arms.
This is it.
This is belonging.