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Happy Sunday my friends!! Sorry I'm late today. Ended up sleeping late today, so everything else became a late thing. Better late then ever though. Right? 🤔 So today, I think this is an important message for everyone. Even though we've all been forced and conditioned to take one day at a time during the past few years, we've still been conditioned to be planners and achievers of perfection. The truth is that it's not realistic to expect that of ourselves. We're not always going to get things right. We're not always going to have things go our way or as expected. But we can't beat ourselves up over these things we have no control of. We all need to be patient with ourselves and even others. Don't beat yourself up for any mistakes or missteps. When you go to bed tonight, remind yourself you did the best you could and focus on the things you did right. Take things one day at a time if need be. 😉😁🌺 . . . #HappySundayFriends #sharingmorningcoffee #startonahighnote #morningmessage #morningteatime☕️ #myhappyplace❤️ #imsograteful #imsoblessed🙏 #perfectstarttotheday #sharesomethingbeautiful #seesomethingsaysomething #givecourage #feelgoodmoment #makesomeonesmile #beautifulwords #litposts #sharingiscaring #sharingonsocialmedia #positivity #lifeisgood #lifechanges #instalike

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A little bit about me🤎 Life, lunch, shades of Ellen Jeans, orders, beach walks, sunsets, new skirt, after school moments and thrift store prints - scenes from my camera roll this week 🤎 If you have followed me for a while you might already know, I am a sunset stalker and frequent beach visitor. I procrastinate on the sand for hours and use it as way to clear my mind, before and after work (and sometimes after dinner too 😅) I feel like I’ve won the lottery when I find amazing pre-loved goodies. A lot of my home and office furniture, art, books and accessories are second hand. I hate the smell, but I love the idea of every piece being unique and having a little story behind it. I romanticize a lot about history and will dawdled around a good second hand book shop or vintage clothing store for hours 🫶🏼 I love taking photos, but I hate being in photos! Everywhere I look I see beautiful moments in frames (does that make sense?) If it’s aesthetically pleasing, I have to capture it and I take way too many photos daily because of this urge 🫣 Share 3 things about yourself below ⬇️ Do we have something in common? #smallbusuinessowner #gettoknowme #littlebitofeverything #lifelately #camerarolldump #bettylanestyle #coastalliving #australianbeaches #lifeisgood #shareyourpassion #sharesomethingbeautiful #womensonlineboutique #weekendstyle #womensfashiontrends #lifestylephotography #gippslandbusiness #visitgippsland #coastalstyle #capeliptrapcoastalpark #thriftstorefinds #vinstageflorals

Wishing you a wonderful week ahead! Happy Sunday friends! 💕 #ShareSomethingBeautiful #WellWishes #SundayBlessings

Happy Thursday y'all! Today, I'm thinking about how important it can be for someone to hear something nice or positive about themselves from someone else. Hearing something positive could be just the thing that gives them a boost they desperately need. Never be afraid or hesitate in sharing that thought you had when you see something beautiful or special in someone else. That thought just might be the thing they need to hear to give them courage or to make them feel good about themselves or give them just a bit of validation. It can mean so much! So let's all share something beautiful we see in someone else today. Make someone smile! 😉😁🙆‍♀️ . . . #sharesomethingbeautiful #seesomethingsaysomething #givecourage #feelgoodmoment #makesomeonesmile #beautifulwords #litposts #sharingiscaring #sharingonsocialmedia #positivity #lifeisgood #lifechanges #southernlife #instalike #shareathought #shareacompliment #randomcompliments #showsupport #showsupporttogetsupport #itcanmeansomuch

📍Joshua Tree, California // #throwbacktuesday Sharing some memories from another January. It does snow in the desert, although not often at all, but when it does - it puts on a spectacular show. We were lucky enough to have two brief snow falls (dustings) last year in @joshuatreenps - and when It drops, it doesn't last very long. Hope you enjoy! #jeep #sharesomethingbeautiful #findyourpark #tbt #tb #joshuatreenationalpark #snowday

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Not me baking up a storm.... (Ok, not a storm but a shower 🤷‍♀️) #whosthatgirl #decemberchallenge #ShareSomethingBeautiful

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Last night I sang “you are my sunshine / my Elijah sunshine*” to him and he clapped for me and said “shine shine” and looked at me pointedly and so we did that 500000000 times before he went to sleep for obv reasons. 🥹 *I started singing it differently with my firstborn and if you care our version goes “you are my sunshine / my [baby name] sunshine / you make me happy everyday / I hope you know, dear / how much I love you / you’re my sunshine everyday”

When he sees me prepping food he runs into the kitchen shouting “IN JESUS NAME AMEN! AMEN AMEN AMEN!” with his tiny paws clasped together, his hopes and dreams for immediate sustenance laid plain. This is a story about him, and a photo about cheese.

Doing the thing!!! Half Tolkien, half Ghibli. And tbh, now we are home after only an hour of trick-or-treat because my kids have more restraint than me, and Ayrton is at the door on his bday telling other kids “I hope you have a great time trick-or-treating!” 🎃 I beg you to swipe for the last S/Galadriel pic.

Some snaps from the Tears of the Kingdom birthday party. Not enough because I did cut my finger rather badly just before the party 🙈 also, he originally wanted a TotK/Daft Punk/Doctor theme party. Tough choices. Thankful for direct primary care giving Adam directions for temporarily patching me up, and for meeting us at the clinic *after* the party; for friends that come over in a jiffy and stay late; for daughters that finish the cake and the decorations and lead the party games; for my husband that not only performs timely first aid (and looks at me pointedly while calling the doctor as I say, “it’s fine! It’ll be ok! Shoot I need stitches.”) but 18 years on is still cleaning up every creative explosion mess I make; that it was me that grabbed the busted cookie stamp and not Elijah; for tremendous little friends that show up and play hard; for sons, particularly a son that delights in so much, and happily plays with his band of friends and an armload of inflatable swords. For another year of him. There may never be a dull moment around here, but thanks to him there are a lot of funny, tender, boisterous and snuggly ones.

Tools in my laundry arsenal paired with Saoirse’s majestic photos of me from our walk yesterday afternoon: - a clothes brush. Yes. One of those old timey bristly things. If I can find the one we have I’ll link it in stories. This is wonderful for refreshing garments that really don’t need (or like) to be chucked in the wash. - fragrance free laundry enzyme detergent (tbh, I continue to rotate through these and they perform about the same) - laundry sheets (so convenient and easy for kiddos to put a sheet in the drum) - eucalan wool soak (no rinsing required!) for the wooly must be hand washed items (more on that later) - fels naphtha bar (I keep this by my sink, it really does the trick on just about everything) - Savon de Marseille - French Soap Cube (works particularly well on grease) - boiling water - pour it over the stain, particularly good for berry and wine - oxyclean max force spray 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ve got kids. I spray stains. Life goes on. - vinegar (sportswear!! If you’ve got persistent stink soak the activewear in vinegar and water in a 1:4 ratio for 30 minutes, then launder as usual) - cornstarch (apply this to oil spots and let it sit overnight like a little laundry poultice, then brush off) - dawn dish soap (phase two of a grease stain if it’s more than just an oil spot, it works well on other greasy food like pizza and salad dressing) - carbona stain devils (tiny bottle, lasts ages, it is what you need if you get ink on something) - wool dryer balls (yeah. you already know I don’t dryer much. But they were a free gift with purchase soooo… 🙃) There we have it. Probably the most asked question (just eking out “what do you do with the woollies?!?”). #familylaundrylife

I recently found some bread. In the block bin. In the front closet. What I’m saying is I found bread in a place I don’t usually store bread. It was evidence of a recent, but, um, not quite recent enough hospitality moment. It made me wonder what toilets we’ve left unflushed, what spills we made and neglected to wipe up, what baked goods we’ve left in other people’s closets when we visit. It made me remember that when extending hospitality, one should expect carbohydrates amidst the coats and toys. But if one doesn’t discover semi-decomposed previously-an-integral-part-of-a-sandwich mingled in with wooden architectural facsimiles, be pleasantly surprised.

Better than latte art on the welcome mat.

The long slog up out of the valley. After the more grisly aspects of your miscarriage are over, you’re still not back to yourself physically and you’re left with a lot of sorrow and hormones. Please (please) do not underestimate the power of hormones. They don’t just kinda put a grey watercolor wash over things they can actually distort your reality and leave you wondering why you can’t flip the switch, take a real breath, or enjoy the blessings that you so clearly see around you. This is a time for spiritual leveling up - and it’s hard. I don’t know what else to tell you, but you will be confronted with temptation to sin new and old, and you will have to get good at using those muscles. During the worst year of loss and trial for us people kept tossing out comparisons to Job and I was like… please, no. Both because that seemed too high an honor and because who really wants the first part of that story. 😂 I didn’t. But I did latch onto the verse: “But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips.” ‭‭Job‬ ‭2‬:‭10‬ ‭KJV‬‬ And funnily enough I wasn’t particularly meditating on the first part - that part I actually rested in. I thought a lot about how Job didn’t sin with his lips, and what that looks like when you kinda might be tempted to sin with your lips. When you know, in detail, every temptation you’ve been fighting. In my head I’m on the porch with a shotgun, picking off crows. I know how many crows there are, and frankly I’m tired of shooting them. There’s a tendency among faithful women I’ve counseled to beat themselves up or think they’re failing at the “after” of miscarriage. Because you see all the crows, and you’re exhausted. But the rest of world is going on, and they think you’re doing a fine job. And that should be an encouragement- Job did not sin with his lips. I bet he was awesome at shooting crows. #practicalmiscarriage

10.15.23 ☀️ A sunrise with a side of rainbow. Happy Sunday, my friends! 🌈 #sundaymorning #sunrise #rainbow #magicinthesky #arkansas #greersferrylake #sharesomethingbeautiful

I keep getting asked to do a laundry series, so let me know what exactly you want to know? 😂 I think I’m only qualified in that I buy clothes for wearing, not for keeping pristine with tags on, and that my daily laundry pile is consistently knee deep. I’ll start with the most controversial aspect of my laundry life: I air dry our clothes. Dryers are a fantastic tool, I do use them for sheets and towels, but they shorten the lifespan of a garment so much I’m just not into it. I don’t have a huge laundry room and we live in a cold climate, so I have collapsible drying racks (4) from ye olde Swedish mega store on the walls of my laundry room (laundry closet?). I also have a collapsible drying rack for snow clothes that I keep by the door in Winter. I do at least one load of garments per day, and then the second or third load is some kinda household linens like sheets, towels, or napkins. By keeping my loads as small as possible (6 people, they’re not tiny 🙈), I can get everything up on the racks. Anything that needs to dry flat I put on the washer or dryer top, and I like to use hangers on a wooden bar for hanging up my linen and cotton skirts and dresses to dry. As long as the weight of the garment isn’t so heavy that it’s pulling down when wet, this works great. Oh, and give everything a good snap before hanging to dry to get those wrinkles out. 🤍🍂 #familylaundrylife

It’s my birthday (again). 😁 Saoirse is our new family photographer. I went for a rainy run, we will do school this morning, Adam is going to come home in the afternoon for some family time - maybe board games, maybe I can work on a sewing project, or just snuggle Elijah while he naps, definitely I can eat… - and then back at it for the kids’ rugby and Irish dance in the evening. The best, special stuff, is pretty close to home. (oh and my wool plaid hooded cape is a @sezane 🎁 😁🍂)

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Is it even a Thursday if you aren’t retrieving toys from the toilet and cleaning up a toilet-water soaked toddler? Potty pool bandit not pictured. People keep asking how we’re doing and I think I sound genuinely surprised when I say, “Well. Really well.” I’m not saying homeschool days punctuated by our brand of mayhem are easy, but they are very, very good, and… I think I forgot what life is like when we aren’t in the middle of a trial, when we aren’t grieving. When we aren’t carrying the sweetness alongside fresh sorrow. And I know, Elijah is a year old, how can it only be *now* you ask - it’s because it was *that* heavy. That’s all I’ve got. Adam and I spent most of last year still looking at Elijah, looking at each other, and going, “This really happened?” Of course the best case scenario after miscarriages is to have a healthy pregnancy, but it does not flip a switch. You are not suddenly done processing everything that came before, you’re never done missing your people - and you are definitely in awe of what you’re holding now. Oh, and my unasked for advice: if the toddler walks into the room inexplicably drenched to the elbow, let your curiosity take hold and launch an investigation.

Something for a #moodymonday, phone photo from #morstonquay earlier this month, just because … #sharesomethingbeautiful ☀️

Time for the County Fair. I’m literally restraining him from running into the animal pens. He’s our baby Hagrid and I’m definitely not ready for all the critters he’ll be welcoming into our home - and the area sheep and goats are not ready for him. I wanted to talk to y’all about something more serious (motherhood stuff, everyone is a-ok), but I’m gonna wait. We are too happy, he is too rosy cheeked and full of wonderful curiosity. I hope wherever you are you have a county fair and that your kids are excited about it. The girls submitted art work, S and A submitted LEGO, and the girls will be performing with their Irish dance studio’s dance company on the fair stage Saturday. But also they live for the annual elephant ears. My boots are Nisolo, my third pair of shoes from them because that’s how picky I am about shoe comfort, quality and aesthetic. I bought my first pair so you can imagine how ecstatic I am that they gave me these - plus a 20% off code y’all can use when you shop: CATHLINS Also Saoirse took this pic and she’s the best 🤍

Aquí es donde la experimentación entra en juego 🫧 Entre otras herramientas, nos encanta jugar con tuestes más “ligeros” para nuestros espressos. Con excelentes y muy divertidos resultados ☺️ Estamos constantemente en exploración de elementos tan sutiles y que pueden cambiar tanto el perfil final de una taza. Esta es nuestra experiencia y nuestro gusto. Y tú, como juegas con el espresso? ☕️🌸 #ShareSomethingBeautiful #Espresso #Bolivia #SpecialtyCoffee #Nanoroastery

The biggest lie I’ve ever been told is that miscarrying is “like a bad period”. Of my ten losses, I think I’ve had one I could describe that way. Kinda. I mean somebody died, so it’s still always worse than a bad period. But what I’m really getting at is that most of the time you’re doing it alone, because once your baby dies the prenatal care comes to a halt. Given the unfortunate breadth of my experience, I want to offer some practical guidance (not medical advice) on the nitty gritty, in the hopes that if you find yourself miscarrying (or are trying to figure out what you went through), it can help. I’ll tag it #practicalmiscarriage , and I’ll start with this: it’ll probably be worse than your worst period. Your worst period will be the period *after* you miscarry (I don’t know why nobody talks about this?). You’re not broken.

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It’s Elijah Day. The day we found out we were expecting again - him. After five consecutive losses, after being told we had zero percent chance of a term pregnancy. I’ve told the story before but it’ll never stop being wonderful, and this little moment - he is fond of animals, this little bear. Ellie sewed it for the baby early in 2020, and then I began miscarrying. She held onto it for the next baby. Sometime between the third and fourth loss she just quietly offered it to Ayrton. So the funny little brown bear, cut and sewn by eight year old Ellie, hung around. He waited, his tail got loose and fuzzy; we waited. So it’s Elijah Day. A day I remember that nothing is impossible when God speaks it. That there are answered prayers beyond the best prayer I can think to pray. That stubborn faith can look like a little brown bear.

Things are sweet, in that make it black and white and last forever because isn’t holding your covered-in-his-own-dinner baby in summer and laughing and twirling and still feeling a little shocked that I get to do this again a forever wonderful thing? Also really been enjoying trolling the Zelle marketplace scammers but that seems a bit more fleeting of a delight. Hmm. In earth shattering news, my favorite brownie recipe is not my family’s favorite brownie recipe so I have decided to grow as a person and try yet another different brownie recipe and I’ll let you know how that goes. Skeptical. Fudgy and salty is best.

Just a few from the weekend. Today’s controversial opinion: Ellie, “What’s rhubarb?” Me, “An edible vegetable with poisonous leaves so you cook the stalk and put it in pies and it’s not poisonous but tastes like trash.” My dad, “ 😑”

The word of the day is “urine”. Got back from our morning run and set Elijah in the bed, where he proceeded to utterly defeat his diaper with pee on a level I’ve never ever ever (ever) witnessed as a mother. Could’ve renamed our bed Baby Pee Pond (Wee Loch Wee?). Got him cleaned up and changed, and was trying to figure out if it was possible to clean things (or magically remove sheets?) without disturbing the morning snuggle squad, Adam and Ayrton, who were understandably rejecting notions of “morning” and “wakefulness”. The early hours run life isn’t for everyone. 😉 Bit later and Elijah sort of toddles off and I hear water. I’m thinking well, shoot, he’s gotten to the faucet or the toilet again. In my rush I step over a discarded diaper not at all registering that that is not on the buns as it should be, and so am surprised by a very smug baby-toddler that has gotten into the shower and is having a wee. “Proud” does not begin to describe his demeanor. With the day off to a more boisterous start than I’d expected, we are now enjoying a relatively peaceful afternoon because I busted out the new #lovevery box. The other three and I chatted about how delightful this baby stage is, because - much like the shower adventure - he is just so darn pleased with himself most times. There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t melt us with a new word, or attempted feat, or even a marginally bad (but adorable) idea. And I will never (ever) get tired of the magic of tiny hands gripping tiny things. He’s become a real champ at turn taking and use of thank you (“thanky”) whether he is giving or receiving. 😂 Love him. 🥰 #loveverygift

So about our little pound cake. He is doing better all the time - back to himself, but with some still healing skin and the addition of a mama that eyes him with near constant suspicion. Is that a fever? Is he acting normally? Is the rash still subsiding? We’re not sure how long before I’m not triggered by minor cuts and scrapes 😂 To answer all the questions… it *was* a minor scrape/cut. Really minor. I did clean it when it happened. It even (apart from the suspicious red zone above it that resembled a hive more than anything else at first) looked to be healing nicely. Maybe it was that he caught a small virus and his immune system was a little overwhelmed. Maybe it’s that the little cut was in the fold of his ankle, where germs like to hang out. Maybe it’s just that his age puts him in a risk group. Maybe it’s just what God planned for us last week. ✔️ But he got cellulitis (of the sort that lives on our skin all the time, everyday), and the take away for moms out there is that if it happens: you’ll know. He went from Ok to Really Not so quickly - demeanor, no appetite, high fever, breathing hard - and the rash spread quickly, and became hot to the touch. I did think I was a crazy lady having Adam outline the original area in crayola marker 😂 and truthfully we would’ve noticed it tripling in area by morning - but it was still a good reference point. And credit to noticing the red patch while I was so focused on nursing the fevering, sleepy baby? Ayrton, the five year old. Maybe he really will be a doctor one day, he’s certainly very observant and tender with people’s infirmities. None of this is medical advice, just mom advice. Plus a heaping pile of gratitude. 😊

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She likes the sparkle in Elijah’s eyes and squirt guns on her toes. So, about stories yesterday and @premomfertility app selling user info to Google, AppsFlyer, and Aurora Mobile and Umeng in China.* That was an app I used because I needed to track ovulation as precisely as possible from home in order to use certain treatments in an attempt to prevent miscarriage. Didn’t work, but that’s a story for another time. 😂 It’s not something I’ve talked a lot about publicly, though I’ve been and am happy to chat with other miscarrying mamas about privately. It’s an emotionally charged thing, which is why this [rather predictable in a sad, cynical way] abuse of what is the ultimate private information is such a gut punch. Duh. Prior to that timeframe I had used @kindarafertility , if you’re looking for a different app. I can’t attest to their ovulation tracking in conjunction with home tests as that wasn’t available at the time of my switch, or if they share PreMom’s unique take on ethics, but that’s what I’ll be looking into myself in the coming weeks. *Unique identification number from my phone, device location, fertility, periods, and pregnancy. Also they kept saying “shared” which seems like a pretty liberal use of the word.

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La forma más fácil de empezar a preparar café de especialidad y entrenar tu paladar al mismo tiempo ☺️ Este nos parece un muy buen inicio antes de los filtrados de goteo o preparaciones que requieran más equipamiento. Una técnica con la prensa francesa que se asemeja a la preparación en cata, pero con un ratio más bajo y mayor intensidad. El ratio que recomendamos para esta receta es de 1:11 a 1:12. Nosotros utilizamos 20g de café y 250g de agua. Utiliza un tamaño de molienda media. Similar a azúcar morena o un poco más grueso. Encontrarás tu preferencia una vez que hayas probado esto unas cuantas veces. Precalienta tu prensa. Coloca el café dentro y justo antes de comenzar a verter el agua, inicia tu temporizador. Vierte toda el agua. Coloca la tapa de tu prensa encima para mantener todo un poco más calienta, sin bajarla. A los 4:00 minutos, toma una o dos cucharas y retira la costra que flota en la superficie. Asegúrate de quitar cualquier espuma o partícula que aún esté flotando. Hazlo lo más limpio posible y con cuidado para no agitar las partículas en el fondo. Espera hasta los 8:00 minutos, nuevamente, encontrarás tu tiempo preferido una vez que hayas realizado esto unas cuantas veces, y coloca la tapa justo encima de la superficie líquida. No la presiones. Esto sólo nos ayudará a evitar que salgan grandes partículas. Ahora, procede a servir con cuidado, tratando de agitar lo menos posible. Y listo 😚✨ Queremos que el café de especialidad y su mejor preparación posible sea más accesible. Tienes algún otro tip para empezar a preparar café? #BolivianSpecialtyCoffee #ShareSomethingBeautiful #CoffeeAtHome

Winter is here but this one stubborn autumn leaf hanging on! #sharesomethingbeautiful

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Elijah put his foot in his yogurt. Ayrton, “It’s just baby life, isn’t it, Mama?” “Yeah, buddy, it’s just baby life.” Getting taken along on all the adventures for a week and grabbing naps when you can, that’s fourth baby life.

On my drive to Cessnock clinic today, I saw this, pulled over to take some photos! #sharesomethingbeautiful

Qué puede ser espresso? 🫠 Los perfiles de tostado “no convencionales” en espresso brindan una oportunidad diferente de explorar el potencial de diferentes granos. Al experimentar con tuestes más claros o simplemente diferentes, surgen sabores realmente emocionantes e inesperados, que para nosotros agrandan las posibilidades del espresso. Un post más elaborado sobre este tema está en camino ☕️☺️. #ShareSomethingBeautiful #SpecialtyCoffee #Bolivia #Espresso #Coffee What could be espresso? "Unconventional" roast profiles in espresso provide an opportunity to explore the potential of coffee, in a completely different way. By experimenting with lighter or simply different roasts, truly exciting and unexpected flavors emerge, which, for us, expand the possibilities of espresso. This is a short intro for an upcoming post ☕️☺️ Stay tuned.

HAPPY THURSDAY, MORNING EVERYONE!! Today, I thought I would just share our morning coffee (or, in my case, some morning tea) together, virtually, to start our day on a high, friendly note. ☕ I know a lot of you probably have already had your coffee or could be on your second cup by now, but I'm just kind of starting my day. Late riser these days 😉😁. I hope your week has been a decent one. Mine has been kind of bumpy. Lost a beloved family member, and another shocking, unexpected death of someone I used to know. It seems there have been many unexpected deaths lately. 😕 It definitely has put me into weird, nostalgic, and sad head space. Well, I hope you all have a great weekend and are able to make the best of your current situation. I hope healing is plentiful for everyone who needs it. Every new day gets us that much closer to our lives getting back to normal again. Cheers to that, right?! 🍾🥂 . . . #happythursdaymorning #sharingmorningcoffee #startonahighnote #morningmessage #morningteatime☕️ #myhappyplace❤️ #imsograteful #imsoblessed🙏 #perfectstarttotheday #sharesomethingbeautiful #seesomethingsaysomething #givecourage #feelgoodmoment #makesomeonesmile #beautifulwords #litposts #socialmediabranding #sharingiscaring #sharingonsocialmedia #positivity #lifeisgood #lifechanges #southernlife #instalike

Little guy has croup so I’m flashing back to nearly a year ago and all those sweet, bonding, sleepless nights. And also really feeling that this is a young person’s game 🫠 currently fueled by @lovemajka protein smoothies (not a collab) and sheer will to live. I think I’m saying that if I meet someone that has climbed Mount Everest I’ll pretty much 10000% go “I’ve done that a few times”. (And all the moms say where is the lie)

My beautiful son, time isn’t a thief, time is a gift. This is his last week of his first year. From the moment I first knew of him they numbered the weeks, some counted the days, but I held the minutes. For so many of his siblings those minutes are grains of sand I can cup in my palms, their entire life on this earth. So I don’t fear, or worry, or clutch at time as it inevitably slips through our fingers but delight that he is here just as much as I did every moment when it all felt so impossible. Sometimes it still seems impossible - that he is here. Still. He is growing. Still. Because after miscarriage, after loss, I know in my core who numbers the minutes, the hours, the days. Keep growing, Elijah. Keep piling up those minutes so they spill out of my hands and all over our lives. We love you so.

On one hand dressing for 5 seasons in one day* is challenging. On the other if you can’t decide what to wear you can just wear all of it. At the same time. Coming here from New Orleans, and enjoying Walker Percy, I think about the malaise he described - and apart from its temporal and spiritual underpinnings, I think it’s just plain hard for that kind of malaise to survive a long Winter. I think of it as a thing inextricably linked with humidity and the phenomenon of breaking a sweat just stepping outdoors. Plus this is a great place to live if you like surprises, the thrill of “is it snowing even though the weather app says full sun”, and talking about how hard it is to grow tomatoes. *yes, Idaho has 5 seasons. Maybe more.

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You mean the world to us, little man. Two things. This is a shot of my dead, sad yard because I know a lot of you are being hurt right now by all the beautiful growing gardens out there so I’m just here to say it’s still zone 5 life (or worse) for some of us. Second is I spent the morning watching the girls dance and Ayrton’s first rugby game and there is a particular joy in watching your kids do things that just light them up. Plus, the whole rugby scene has me feeling like a new mom all over again. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a little person doing A Big Thing for the first time.

Giving new meaning to weighting your composition since May 2022. I just steeled myself to the reality of planning his first birthday party. Not in a “time is a thief way” - once you’re counting each week in utero as a blessing it’s hard to rewire your gratitude to anything other than YES! He is here!! Alive and well. More like I started to think about inviting all our friends and family that prayed and helped us, and very quickly the guest list was bigger than Adam’s and my wedding, and Ellie was laughing and asking how many cakes to make. I’ve heard it said first birthdays are “for the parents”, but… it’s his birthday. His. And when I think about what he’d want it’s more like “a quiet afternoon with family and snuggling on mama”. So that’ll be it. My last first birthday party. My last first year. Still hoping I’m doing this mama thing right.

It has been so hard to find time one-on-one for each kiddo lately (baby in carrier not pictured), unless we are counting math (and I’m kinda counting math) so I’m grabbing hold of any spare moment and trying to keep any hint of tOnE out of my voice while doing it. Like this week I started bringing a couple books to the table to read aloud during breakfast to Ayrton and Elijah, and I’ve gotta do that without giving it the flavor of desperation, read without accidentally letting my inner list replace the words on the page and suddenly Little Sal has to go hang the laundry to dry. Yesterday there was a ten minute window I could play rugby with Ayrton, and I didn’t shun that ten minutes as too small. A fact I’m currently reminded of because my hips were not ready for those sprints. Today I will get time just Saoirse, the baby and me. Time she’ll use to teach me Irish dance, help with supper, and ask me questions that I’ll answer too fully so that later we’ll hear the latest-thing-Saoirse-said from her dance teachers. And Ellie. Well, there’s always math…

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The other day Adam reminded me about the scene in Saving Private Ryan with the dying soldier(s?) calling for their mothers and I was like cool cool cool clearly I blocked this memory. I changed Elijah and then I was just cradling him in my arms looking at his sweet baby face and thinking of dying soldiers and trying to put that back in a box in a dusty corner of my brain and Elijah goes, “Mama. Mama mama.” For the first time. Sooooo we figure he’s a telepath. Or maybe I sing a phonics song during diaper changes that includes, “M is for mama, mmm mmm mama.” But probably telepathy.

Ellie likes animals. Saoirse likes animals. Elijah LOVES animals. Ayrton. Does. Not. This swipe is a short story. Poor dude, the goat kids were not what he was expecting, and it was a new thing for both of us - we really didn’t anticipate his reaction to bobbing little nibbly goat friends. I grew up around animals and never really knew anyone that truly “isn’t an animal person”. It has me thinking about gifts, and certain things I took for granted, like “oh, you’ll get used to it”. Which, in fairness, maybe he will. He’s only 5. Still I’m thinking about this boy that unflinchingly helps with suture removal, first aid, and wants to watch a video of a C-section so he can know how it’s done. This boy that can take some good hits in jiu jitsu and rugby and led us on the hilliest run of my life yesterday and pops up grinning. This boy that really did not want a baby goat sneaking up on him. We don’t pick our superpowers. So for now he will enjoy creatures from what he regards as a safe distance. But probably still a “no” on the surgery video, gonna have to run that by Adam. (Sweet church friends make sweet goat visits possible 🤍🤍)

the end of the yellow roses. speaking of flowers, the cherry blossoms were really quick to bloom this year and in Tokyo they were gone by the end of March. cherry blossoms are usually associated with the school entrance ceremonies in April but this year they were in full bloom in the middle of March, and I think some people were able to get nice photos at graduation ceremonies which are usually held around that time of the month. the second photo is one I was able to take randomly in Osaka at the beginning of this month, and I just thought I’d share because they were really very pretty.

This baby view is my latte art for the gram. 3 years ago looked different. We were miscarrying for the sixth time, and would four more times. Before him. I know these posts are hope and heartache in one for those you grieving, waiting, not knowing - how much easier it would be to wait if we only knew. But I’ve been wondering lately what it would’ve been like if I’d known. I don’t think I’d have believed it, believed me. Believed that I could do so much more loss, and waiting, and not knowing and still be rooted in joy. Do another HG pregnancy. Forget how great it is when your husband is goofy grinning at the baby. Because I never doubted God could do it - just that He would. Or that I could. Because it’s scary. But then so is a having a baby so firmly committed to putting everything in his mouth so I guess we all just have to be more brave - or if you’re my son, more discerning.

Little snippets of Easter - basket hunting, egg hunting, choosing suspicious mossy bits over eggs, and family photo outtakes. I’m permanently tired, I think half of us are half sick with a cold, and I have my list of gardening tasks half going so it must be halfway through second Winter in Idaho. Right? Having a sweet day of tidying up and getting outside with the kids, and honestly really relishing our routine right now even though it’s full to the brim for me. It’s the time of year when I can look around and see how much everyone has grown up and into their roles and challenges - I enjoy our little crew so much.

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Oops. I forgot how adorable babies in their first walkers are. A few years ago we were having a very different Easter, miscarrying for the sixth time - and it was one of those that still burns in my memory as one of the most physically painful miscarriages I’ve had. Yet here we are. This guy. I mean look at those hands - now imagine them clutching Easter eggs. 🥹 I guess what I mean is “the hope of the resurrection” isn’t just a nice Bible-y thing to say, and that Easter is a time when I think a bit more about the tiny hands I haven’t held. Hands I haven’t seen clutch plastic eggs rattling with jelly beans, and oh man I got this guy egg shaker musical instruments for his Easter basket and I only just now realized how confusing that is gonna be.

First icy dip of the year in our favorite mountain lake. We can’t rush Summer in, but they’re never discouraged by (or from getting into) sand and water. Not to worry, they reassured me we have extra clothes for just such an occasion.

Just over here undermining the whole Polaroid principle for the gram because date night with these guys 😍. After Saoirse I remember the moment (and exact location) we blurted to each other that we both (still) really hoped for and imagined 4. And if we’re being honest, if recurrent miscarriage and Hyperemesis and time and reality weren’t constraints - we’d never stop. Because kids, family, raising up these people, it never gets old. It’s the best thing we’ve ever gotten to do. Up to and including negotiating every course (and the very tablecloth) with this baby and his food centric curiosity. Boy likes food. Then our mouth was filled with laughter, And our tongue with singing. Then they said among the nations The Lord has done great things for them. The Lord has done great things for us, And we are glad. Psalm 126:2-3