it’s 6:16 a.m., the house is asleep, & i have a cup of tea by my side. my parents are in town, just overnight, on their way to branson, missouri for a little r & r with some close friends. they stayed with us last night & took us out for dinner to celebrate their 41st wedding anniversary. FORTY ONE. that should be in jumbo, gigantic font. & bless the parents who will happily spend their evening with finger-licking, napkin-shredding little people. that’s a grandparent, i guess. like i said, bless them.
when we got home from dinner, i was in the bathroom looking in the mirror, & i noticed something poking out my sweater. um, awkward. a little search unearthed a french fry. from leify’s dinner. as he sat eating in my lap. & shredding napkins for the floor.
i stood there in the bathroom, french fry in hand, thinking, “how does one go all the way through dinner, coating everyone up, driving home, uncoating, & then reentering home with a french fry in your shirt & not notice?”
apparently some of the tiny & small things i’m so fond of noticing are sliding a bit.
ever wonder what we do ’round here, all of us in a pile together all day long?
yeah, me too.
[if you’re singing counting crows circa 1990-something in your head, it’s totally not my fault.]
sometimes i’ll look at a week in my planner (where i jot notes about what we do) & all i see are empty white squares. i tell myself this record keeping is for the kids, to have some travel guide of their childhood. but really, it’s for me.
because a lot of times my mind doubts what my heart knows.
so the other day, a very empty white square day, i followed the kids around with a camera, catching glimpses.
boy, does my life look different through a camera lense.
(my apologies if this is not your gig. i believe i studied anthropology in a previous life.)
because who doesn’t love a four-year-old jazzed about washing the windows? do you get excited about a squeegee & a squirt gun? yep, me neither. smoke ’em if you got ’em, i say.
then after the window is clean, add kieran + window markers. oh, yeah.
thalia sculpture with math tiles. rainbow-colored blood in her veins. (also, why use math tiles for math when you could use them for art, i ask you? certainly not us. . . .)
thalia muraling her aquarium. which currently holds 14 river snails. from our neighbor’s backyard.
& that giant band-aid? my girl tumbled down the rather carpeted basement stairs & rug burned her pretty sweet face. but the bragging shiner is awesome.
meanwhile, javin assembled a star wars fall scene, a la the star wars craft book he found at the library. we stick to themes around here. (on no part of my own.)
back to the window.
this, i kid you not, all took place within 20 minutes.
after which, i’m sure we all laid down for a nice long nap.
but we did manage to get outside, between wal-mart runs, where i found these little gems:
helping daddy fix the trailer. notice the green pants. everywhere, everywhere, the green pants.
in case you thought i was kidding, javin detailing star wars action figures.
& lest you inaccurately think my house is a series of well-laid artist corners, this picture is heavily cropped to edit out the garbage can overflow, pool table laden with boxes & apples, & a whole string of bikes, in varying states of workability. so you don’t get any wrong ideas.
i spy with my little eye: mommy’s winter boots. a discarded ziploc. a football. a brick. two squirt guns. the leftover handle to. . .what is that? a rock, ready for toddler mouth. & summer’s old, crumpled up waterslide. yep, keeping it classy, yard-style.
stonehenge, or something. on the grill. of course.
keepin’ it real with copious amounts of tea.
& then. . . .
so, there we are. all laid out, in ordinary form.
my anthropology apologies to you all.
i guess there’s more going on here than i realize. 🙂