Went to the post office, walked by the lake, and got a Java Cinnamon Roll the size of my face to split between the three of us (yet somehow I only managed to get two bites?). Monday, you’re alright. 👍🏻
You and me both, kiddo. You and me both. Jack is ten weeks old today. I think we’ll celebrate with a nap. 💤
Dear Journal, Holy cow, you’re dusty. Guess what?! My bike and I nearly face planted into the Erie Canal! (It was an exhilarating stunt, TBH.) It took a train of people holding hands and lowering themselves down the embankment to get me out. But, let’s start at the beginning, shall we? Saturday Mom took Brooklyn and Jack and I to Goodwill, our favorite place in the whole wide world. Have you seen their toy selection recently?! Mom never lets me get the toys I pick out, she says there’s a reason those were donated. I can’t, for the life of me, figure out why someone would give away a singing Monster truck that transforms into a Dinosaur, can you?! We were just about to leave the store, empty handed, (and broken hearted. I REALLY wanted that singing Monster truck that transforms into a Dinosaur) when I spotted an awesome red bike with training wheels. Brooklyn spotted a pink one too. I was expecting a have to work out a few tears to get them. But glory be, Mom actually agreed! (What got into her?) We went to Lock 32 along the canal. Brooklyn was on her bike, which Mom had to pull along while pushing Jack in his stroller, because Brooklyn hasn’t figured out the peddles yet. But I got the hang of them real quick. Soon Mom gave up and said to turn around and go back. I was planning to beat them, when I noticed a family coming toward me on the trail. I eased to the side, still going as fast as ever. Somehow my wheel caught and next thing I know my bike was in the air. We flew over the embankment and down into the canal. A small bush caught my bike, stopping our fall. It would have been a better story, had I actually landed in the water, but since I didn’t have my life vest on, it was for the best. That family I saw rushed to me and began linking hands, to pull me and my bike out of the canal. We escaped, mostly dry, though I didn’t have to use the potty anymore. “You’re brave!” The man who rescued me kept saying. Mom was nearly crying, though I’m not sure why. Nearby there was a group of artists painting plein air. I hope my BIG AIR made the cut. 😎 ...”You’ll always know your neighbor and you’ll always know your pal if you’ve ever navigated on the Erie Canal.”
Hands full, heart full.
We met half way last week, in a small Pennsylvania town, full of intention for a relaxing riverside picnic, just like the one we had last year, only with two more children added. My expectations were high, it was going to be picturesque, absolutely lovely. I don’t get to see my sister Kate often, and I was excited. • I should start expecting the unexpected, or at the least expect nothing, allowing room to be, hopefully, pleasantly surprise. • Instead it was a swelteringly humid day. My kids were tired and ornery, every little thing growing in to a big deal. I got a parking ticket. My frazzled mom-brain, in an attempt to keep my run-away two year old from becoming a flattened pancake, failed to remember the meter... and so the day went... • As we prepared to head back to our homes, I strapped my kids into their seats. Nursing a hungry Jack, I rolled the passenger window down, and for the first time that day, felt like at last I got to say hi before having to say good-bye to Kate, who from the backseat of her car-turned-nursery had also rolled down a window. • I came home frustrated. A few days later finally buying myself a stroller. Maybe my life will go a little smoother, with a few less parking tickets and meltdowns, if I can at least securely fasten the tired run-aways in something. • Kate’s in the area, and this morning we finally got to say more than a few sentences to each other. Coffee dates now look like ordering lattes to-go. But this morning, instead of rushing after my runner, I got to walk a comfortable pace. That stroller is going to save a life; my life. 🤓
Not ready for all things Pumpkin Spice, if I’m being honest.
Last night, before the kids were bathed, before the dishes were cleared and the table wiped, maybe even before I finished my last bite of corn, I looked at Herm with silk flossed between my teeth and asked, “Can I sneak away for a quick walk? I’ll be gone 30, maybe 45 minutes max.” • I began gathering the dishes to rinse. “If you’re going to go, just go!” He urged. • I felt a little guilty, slipping away when there was still work to do. My foggy head began to clear in that quiet evening air as my Fitbit vibrated its celebration for exceeding my goal. • 48 minutes later I walked into a house that had its table cleared, its dishes done, its children bathed. My husband loves me well; I don’t brag on him enough. • Three newborns, and I am finally beginning to grasp the importance of asking for what I need. I recently heard it said that as mothers we set the tone of our families days and weeks. If that is true, and instead of meeting my own needs I give myself up to motherhood-martyrdom, my entire family suffers. • No longer will I let guilt creep in when I lace up my shoes to collect more miles, or spend an hour alone in a quiet cafe. Self-care in this season of life is a way I can care better for my family. • What’s that ole adage? “If Mama be happy, everybody be happy.” ... or something like that.
Carson woke Brooklyn up shortly after 6 this morning. Early mornings aren’t unusual here, but I still always close their bedroom room curtains at night and turn on the fan, praying that they’ll sleep in if the room is dark and the fan is humming. Rarely does it work. • They were outside by 6:30, and played so well for a few hours. Brooklyn was the Mom and Carson was the whiny little kid who wouldn’t stop crying. It was all make believe but somehow still fried my nerves. Each time I’d hear that kid wail, calling “Mommy, mommy!” I’d groan in frustration before realizing I wasn’t this kids mom. Haha. • They eventually started getting on each other’s nerves, and the crying and bickering became real. But now I’m choosing to play make believe; the real Mom in this house can take care of it. 🤓 • In the mean time I’ll just continue on my day. My supposed to be 28 minute workout turned into a full hour and a half thanks to cleaning up an accident from the potty-trainee, rocking a baby back to sleep, resuming the workout only to have said baby wake up again, and finally nursing that baby while simultaneously working my glutes and thighs into lean dancers legs. 😂I am an inefficient multi-tasker at best. Now I’m off to make 5 minute no-bake protein bites and finish up the laundry. At the rate this day is going, maybe I’ll be done by Tuesday. • Happy Monday folks! • P. S. My friend @ginagraber captured a photo the cutest Who in all of Seuss’s Whoville.
Making the most of a fleeting summer. 🍦🍦