november gratitude

It's November. Thanksgiving will be here in a few short weeks. I have so many things to be grateful for. Today I am grateful for muddy feet that never stop.

This kid will climb on anything, and walk as long and as fast as his little legs will carry him. His favorite thing in the world is to pull himself up on the rocking chair, stand up and rock as hard as he can without holding on. He also turned the gas in the stove on. Life with a one year old is always an adventure.

whistle while you work

When you're a kid the best thing about having a dad that's a police officer is the whistle. I'm sure my parents didn't enjoy listening to us blow it over and over again. Now that my dad is a Grandpa, he's tickled that she has so much fun with it. He even let her keep this one. He's a total sucker for her.







This is from our visit back in the Spring.

hello.

It's really hot out and we are staying busy. Tomorrow is supposed to be 100 degrees. I plan on taking my kids to the mall and letting them play on the germ infested playground. This is the American dream, people.

And this is my adorable child. He's so old and big and doing things!

And this girl. She's so feisty it makes my head spin.



Now, go eat a slurpee.

easter eggs. a bit late.

She's in her grandpa's shirt. Every time an egg would roll off the table she would get this sad look and say, "Oh no. My egg!" in just about the most forlorn voice you can imagine. She dipped and dunked to her little hearts content.

visiting

I'm in Fort Wayne, Indiana visiting my parents. My brother was here last week for Easter. The four of us haven't all been together since Christmas of 2009, so it was a very welcome visit.The weather is dreary, but it's refreshing to be around my favorite people.
It's not exactly a sprawling metropolis around here, but I love photographing it.

spring

Spring will be coming back to stay, yes? We have so much sliding, sand box playing and swinging to do. Don't even get me started on the big plans for sidewalk chalk.

making stuff and doing stuff and just stuff

I have been crocheting. I sort of don't know what I want it to be yet. A hat or part of a scarf or maybe a lovely potholder. The point is it feels nice to do it. My mom taught me when I was about 17 and her mom taught her. My grandmother has HER mother's tiny little hooks that she used for doilies and all the fine little detailed beauties that no one does anymore. The yarn and hook just feel right. I don't knit. I know how to knit, but not purl. I don't know any left handed knitters to show me and the two sticks just don't feel RIGHT in my hands. Crocheting is like an old friend that I always come back to when I am sad or just need to make and do. Lately, I need to make and do. Partly because I feel inspired and partly because it's so calming. Like tea.

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