Productive: An Ode to Lil Hen (21/60)

Some days I wonder if I've done anything at all. I feel discouraged and disgruntled.

Today wasn't one of those days. Today was one of those rare days when I didn't care that my closet didn't get cleaned out and that my list of to do's didn't get done. I'll tell you why . . . Lil Hen and Hannon came over and the crazy whirl wind world came to a grinding holt. All we could was hold and hug and sing to and cuddle this little darling boy. He's stolen all our hearts . . .

Hannon and Lil Hen

Finn and his baby boy . . .

I am so grateful for the full stop and the reminder of how beautiful and slow life can be. The most important thing you do in your day is keep your baby fed, dry, and loved. Hannon is a rock star mama in every way. It's so beautiful to see this beautiful niece of mine be literally the most wonderful loving mother any baby could wish for. Henry is one lucky baby.

And on the side . . . we canned 6 jars of peaches.

And with Piper's help . . . 35 jars of stewed tomatoes.

That's a wrap for canning this year. And I'll be honest . . . not too sad to see it go. But I loooove you beautiful summer sealed tomatoes. You will keep us in sunshine all winter long.

Now . . . onto drying apples.

Life is good. It's not perfect. There's a lot I'm learning to navigate and work through, but life, today, right now, is good. And that is enough.

And he's got me wrapped around his finger

Comments

oh how things change

It's amazing how having a big old stressers changes everything. Things you thought were super important seem so silly and things I took for granted seem so precious and important. I feel like I've been blind, and now I see. I was listening to one of my friends talk about weight loss and how to get her extra five pounds off and how often she things about it. I looked down at my belly and thought, I can't remember the last time I even thought about my body or my wrinkles or my sagging places. With a whole new set of much more pressing worries, physical appearance has gone out the window. Not completely, of course; I still want to be look my best, but my best has changed. My best is smiling. My best is a good day where I can easily smile and laugh. My best is a daily prayer of gratitude that we've gone another day healthy and well. Today, that changed. Finn's been complaining of a pain in his leg since May and for about a week, he walke...

Green Bananas

What I miss the very mostest about being young is that ability to forget everything but the very moment you are in. If you are tired, you sleep. If you are hungry, you eat. If you want to read, you pick up a book and read. If you want to watch a movie/show/tv, you sit your little butt down and watch. If you're a mama, you have to think about nine thousand things before you do anything. If you are tired, you stay tired because you just don't have time to sleep. If you are hungry, you'd better go grocery shopping and get cooking because no one is really going to eat if you don't. If you want to read . . . well, you always want to read, but the laundry, cleaning, weeding, talking, caring, fixing, loving must happen before that happens. If you want to watch a movie, well, you can try, but really, you probably will just fall asleep. And be so happy for that sleep because you know, if you're me and you only watch tv with your whole family surrounding y...

Signs of Spring

Spring is coming . . . and it's so exciting. This year with how crazy we've been, it's creeped up on me. I looked out my window and saw the Redbud trees just about to burst out in color and my forsythia already has some yellow blossoms and my daffodils are pushing out those green shoots all over the place. The air is soft and fragrant and the sun feels wonderful on your face. I've turned over the soil in the garden (thank you rototiller) and planted peas, lettuce, beets, and radishes and some green onions. I've trimmed the herb garden and weeded (already?!) most of our beds. I sat in the sun for an hour today (with sunscreen on) and felt neither warm nor cold, but just perfect. Oh, Spring, I love you. Planting the seeds . .. My very very naughty helper . . . The garden . . . The Forsythia about to (and a little bit) blooming . . . But best of all . . . children out playing in the sun and ...

The Phoenix: Epicuriousmothering Rising

Search This Blog