Wednesday, September 24, 2014

MAMA BEAR TURNS THREE


Mama bear, aka, Simone (and daughter of dear friend Martha), turned a whopping three years old and we celebrated in proper form - in the woods, searching for acorns and pine cones, making bird seed feeders and sifting for jewels. It all culminated in a glorious moment having to do with a giant purple salmon cake. It brought me so much joy to see these tiny figures sitting around a tiny table eating their snacks, doing their activities and running around together. Sloane had such a great time and was excited to tell her papa aaaalll about it when we got home. 




yarrrrrrrrr!! it's my birthday!


the biggest pinecone in all the land






eden, popcorn monger and expert depositor of said popcorn





'what? she won't mind sharing..' 










purple salmon cake eaters!




sharing secrets

and some shots of the birthday girl, soaking in the rays and the delights of the day:





looking for bears!




group photo!


group plus the babes! kind of.


peace out fellow bears and woodland animals!

Monday, September 22, 2014

A WEEKEND AND RVA LOVE



After this weekend, I feel sore (a fun partner workout), quenched ( a couple of delicious coctkails), fuzzy (from holding a tiny, lovely baby!), satisfied (finished a photo shoot for a project), grateful (for friends) and a little bereft (from missing Sloane after a weekend together).

I don't know if there was a moment this weekend when I was sitting still (except for to watch 'Lords of Dogtown'; which was surprisingly fun to watch), but this jam packed life seems to be how my 31 year old self wants it ...for now. And somehow, even though life is rumbling on at incredible speed and I am forever planning things and writing to-do lists, all of this grabbing life by the reigns or whatever the saying is, is allowing me to be in the NOW. Here I am!! I seem to be always saying to my own self. 

I have a handful of photos to share from the weekend and I'll do so along with some mental notes I took, observations, or truth nuggets, if you will...


^ Pancakes should be crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside and chewy in the mouth. Moore Street Cafe gets it.



^ Lamplighter coffee has these sweet potato chai muffins with cream cheese that are scrumptious. I'm scheming ways to go back and get some more ASAP




^ Guranteed, the more beautiful the day it is, the more traffic there will be in Carytown. And also a mime will most likely make an appearance.

^ A store (Franklin Goose) that has a miniature wooden kitchen set for Sloane to play with, a changing table upstairs and lovely non-toxic items for sale is always on my MUST-visit list of places to go when I'm traipsing around the town. 









^ Coffee and bourbon is a combination that I wish I had discovered sooner in life.

^ Even when I don't feel like working out, I never regret it afterwards. Never!




^ It is such a joy to see Sloane act like a caretaker to a tiny babe. Be still my heart... I have high suspicion that she will make a stupendous older sister. 


^ Sloane got upset twice this past weekend, and both times had something to do with ice cream.  Lessons learned for all of us.

^ I love when our church talks community. 


^ I have it in my head that we should get a fire pit, even though, as Ken points out, we will probably not be able to use it as much as I fantasize we will.

^ I think my wanting a fire pit is just one of those signs that is indicating that I'm ok with enjoying where I am in the moment, in the house that we are in right now, inviting friends over and making our own dang s'mores. 


Over and out!






Sunday, September 21, 2014

SOME LINKS FOR YOUR MONDAY







We had a great weekend - Sloane got to hang out with a baby that she now wants to adopt as her own and we went to a really fun 3 year old birthday party!

 And now we are back, trying to dip slowly back into the pool that is the work week. The water is bracing! I'm sharing a few links here if you need some things to look at to get your motor going this morning:

1. Did you ever read 'The Pushcart War' when you were a kid? I really enjoyed reading this article about it from the New Yorker.
2. Another interesting article from the New Yorker about solving the homelessness problem.
3. I've been checking out the little t-shirts for kids from Wildly Co. and Kid + Kind... adorable.
4. I'm always on the lookout for a basic black legging pant or jean that I can wear with everything in the fall and winter... recently, I was pleasantly surprised to find these are a good fit and comfortable.
5. It is really pricey, but all of a sudden, I want a giant print of a buffalo.
6. Enamored with this kitchen renovation; I love the white, wood, brass, and dark grey/black combination.
7. Ken's been listening to this song a lot.  I've been listening to this one.
8.  I love garlic and I love tarts..... a garlic tart?

OK guys, we can do it....outta my way, Monday!!








Wednesday, September 17, 2014

SOME THOUGHTS ON MARRIAGE, AND OTHER THINGS





Those first two photos up there were taken by Ken; isn't he getting to be quite the photographer? 

Ken wouldn't say so but he can be really creative. He drew me a series of cartoons yeaaars ago when we first started dating and I was so taken with them that I've tried to get him to do more ever since, but to no avail. He also has this way of thinking that surprises me ....sometimes I call it ridiculous, but most times I call it creative. Mostly he would describe himself as a practical person, and I would too. It's in a way that is both infuriating and sexy - infuriating when it directly contradicts some dream or idea I'm sharing, sexy when it's apparent that his strength is my weakness.

Marriage is totally this mysterious thing. On paper, Ken and I probably don't make too much sense. There are plenty of things we have in common, and most of them are the truly important things- our faith, a sense of humor, loving tiny humans. But there are big differences too. He
 sees the world in black and white. I exist in a perpetual state of grey.  He loves routine.  I think it's thrilling to go on new adventures. He wears his heart on his sleeve. I'm a little more measured. 

Different and in spite, or because of that, there's a fascination, a chemistry that happens between two such people, and we have that.  We have somehow combined our lives and are doing this dream building thing and day to day thing in a way that has got me in touch with the meaning of my life. Yes, the meaning of my life!

Since I've been thinking about this a lot this past few weeks, since Ken and I have had a lot of tough conversations recently, and because our marriage just turned four years old, there are some things I want to write down here about what I've learned about marriage so far. I hope it will be interesting to look back on this a few years down the road. (By the way, all these "yous" is referring to me, I'm talking to myself.)

1) My husband and I are different. And that's okay. Sometimes it's more than ok; the friction and varying perspectives are exactly what we need in order to mature, become refined, redeemed, to become a better person.

2) Think in years, not days. Change doesn't happen overnight and true change can take years to really take root, so keep that in mind as you communicate your expectations.


3) Sometimes, what your husband says or doesn't say is due to a lack of being able to clearly communicate what he's thinking or feeling, not lack of intention. Give him time to sort it out and revisit it later. It's okay to go to bed without resolving everything... Sleep is very VERY important for a clear-head and generous spirit. 

4) Always give him the benefit of the doubt. You entered into this marriage  seeing and assuming the best in each other, keep that up. Give him a chance to explain himself.  If you see glaring faults, he probably already knows it about himself or you have probably told him about it. Give him time to work that out between him and his God. 

5) You will probably be disappointed. That will happen, and there are real ways to deal with that. Acknowledge that there are two levels to disappointment: emotional and practical. The emotional part is feeling hurt and associating the disappointment with lack of love from him. The practical part is communicating expectations and making sure he understands those expectations. It's hard to separate the emotional from the practical, but doing so will be extremely helpful. Address them separately if possible. 

6) Your husband shouldn't be the end-all or the be-all. His love makes you stronger and better but it does not determine your worth. 

7) Along these lines, take care of yourself. Nurture your inner self. Find the thing (or several things) that make you feel peaceful, joyful and/or purposeful and do them. Just as important as it is to do things together, it is important to spend time with yourself. 

8) If you find something that you both like doing, do it together, a lot. 

9) Share your vision for your family with one another. This includes communicating expectations, discussing what is most important to you as a family and determining steps towards building that. Our friends sent us a survey of questions to go through together to discuss these things and I'm really looking forward to the conversations.

10) Be open to seeking counseling when necessary or whenever you get the chance. If you can't get this, take time to sit down with another couple that you respect to talk about marriage and get some perspective.

That's so many things!! I'm learning a lot. 


I'm not quite done here, and this post is getting terribly long.. so....a photo of donuts? Duck Donuts, to be exact, in VA beach. Hot, fried, dripping in icing, amazing.

This past weekend, in said VA beach, with Sloane tucked away in her daytime nap at grandma's, Ken and I got away to......the mall! That's right, we're fancy. We walked around side hip right against side hip, arms around each other, and then some hand holding was involved, and then more hip action, all throughout the shiny surfaces of the mall. It was strangely comforting. Afterwards, we went to to meet Amy and Ray, my SIL and her fiancé, for an evening with Tony Hale (!!!!), and then a double date dinner of sake and sushi, which somehow ended with karaoke at the restaurant - Ken singing Enrique's 'Can't Escape My Love' and me singing Mariah's 'Always Be My Baby.'  It was probably one of the best date nights we've had in a while. And I'm telling you about all this basically as a set up for the next two photos:


This!. During the Q&A, Ken stood up and asked him three questions, most of them about Buster Bluth, and then Tony signed a note to Sloane in the children's book he just wrote, and we took a selfie all together. No biggie.


And THIS!


Ok, are you still with me? One last photo here of Shutterbean's Reset Button Salad, in full effect, that I made several times this week, topped with an egg, cause that's how I do. It was delicious and filling and was both a breakfast and dinner for me at some point this week. And not to make a wonky metaphor (but here I go!) sometimes, a reset button on your perspective on marriage is totally necessary...and healthy. 

I'll leave you with a quote by C.S. Lewis, one of my favorites (I'm still trying to figure out how to get away with naming my future children Clive, or Staples, after him.) from his book, The Four Loves:

Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no on, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. 




Monday, September 15, 2014

SMALL WINDOW BY LULUC




Give this song a listen. It's one of those songs that I would play with headphones on, walking down a crowded street, in order to make my world go in slow motion. For lack of a crowded city street though, Sloane and I have been listening to it the past couple of mornings while we get ready for the day. The first time she heard it, she said, "No mommy, I want dancing music", as she shimmied her shoulders. The second time, we were both just waking up and used those few moments to stay still, listening, together.