September 16, 2013

Do Soccer Socks Go Over or Under the Shin Guards?

Soccer socks go over the shin guards, FYI.

When I was in high school, the Student Council had a rollerblade-a-thon or something like that through our town. I didn't have any rollerblades nor had I ever rollerbladed before but I asked for a pair and on that Saturday morning put them on and stumble-rolled my way along the really really long trail. I don't remember falling but I do remember thinking I was going to die and/or my legs were going to break off my body.

I am a jumper-in to things. Friendships, activities, volunteering, parenting, things that seem easy in my mind but later turn out to be, well, not easy. I can buy the gear, write the check, sign my name and I'll show up! I assume things will fall into place after that, you know? Why not wing it? How hard can it be? It's all good.

So, today I found myself googling about soccer socks and shin guards before Ivy's very first practice. She did great despite my inadequate knowledge of the any sport. She was on the field when I realized I'd never even mentioned you're not supposed to touch the ball with your hands. But my mini me figured it out just fine, and actually was pretty great.

Later tonight she was riding her new bike - I swear when we saw it in the store she went right up to it and got on like she knew what she was doing. I also think I could give her the keys to my car and she'd expect to just "know" how to drive it. She's five. - So, she went down her first big hill. And she picked up some speed and she fell. I was all "that was a great fall!" because it was. She fell well, to the side, and with a flourish. It didn't keep her from going down the next hill. And she didn't fall that time.

::just write::

September 9, 2013

Dilly Dally

With children, a clean empty room just cannot be. They must- and will -fill it with something.

They are gatherers and worker bees. Must make piles of things. Collections, best left where you like to walk.

We cleared out our dining room of all its books and random stuff that wandered and sat there to make room for our new table and chairs, due any day now. I thought if we prepared its place it would come to us sooner. I wait patiently. The children have filled it with all the pillows off their beds.

Growing up, we had one place to eat dinner in our house. The kitchen table. And maybe on special or home-from-school-sick occasion, a real TV tray in the living room. Here we have the kitchen bar, breakfast nook, and dining room. I don't know where I'm going with this, but I was just thinking about our new home and how perfect I want to make each room and am trying to remember to adjust my focus to make each space live-able. And for all these places we have to sit down and eat we better be having people over. An empty house just can not be.

In the meantime I wait patiently.

::just write::

September 3, 2013



The kids were awake and off to their first day of school this morning like it was no big whoop. As if summer was a freeze frame, someone un-pushed pause, we open up to our bookmarks and life resumes.

Last night we celebrated and gave thanks on our walk, to our first summer living by the sea. This magical place that picked our family and brought us here. 

Ivy's not yet five, so she'll start kindergarten next year. Again it's just me and my girl. She might go to Montessori or maybe I'll just keep her here with me. We'll do lots of art-ing and whatever else we can get ourselves into. I might even start checking my email again, and change the sheets, things like that.