Noah has my old iPod and is obsessed with keeping it charged. And his new favorite song is Ray Charles' Georgia On My Mind.
Carter's birthday is in three days. Carter's birthday is in three days. Carter's birthday is in three days. Hey, did you know Carter's birthday is in THREE DAYS?
(Of all my children, he anticipates his birthday most. Starting with the day after his birthday. Every year.)
Ivy is almost 22 months old. And still breastfeeding like it's her job (and she's one of those wacky workaholics.) I see no reason to even consider stopping anytime soon. And I will never make excuses, hide it, or feel embarrassed, for something so wonderful.
We've been busy, hopping weekend to weekend. But the days in between, we throw a blanket on the ground and watch each other. Look at clouds and then fireflies and then stars. Lying so close our noses touch.
iPhone photos while
We sometimes get litter in our yard, hubs found a bowling pin.
Sometimes she falls asleep like this when I'm working or just need time for myself. [ha]
Pinned the tail not on the donkey. Without a blindfold.
Those are the things I want to remember,
the fillers to the planned trips and parties and events and big deal days. The little things that will surely be forgotten even though together they make up the most important stuff.
They squeeze and mold and gently pat and brush off the dirt and form my heart back into the right shape.



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