April 28, 2013
April 25, 2013
They're dancing to the Beatles' Golden Slumbers. My mom and Mommal are flying in to visit and will be in the audience. It all seems too good to be true, I'm almost too nervous to believe it, but tonight I do.
April 22, 2013
We went for a hike at Gold and Silver Falls, our first time going inland on purpose and not just to get somewhere else. We had to drive far out off the 101 to the middle of nowhere (which is saying something because we already are kinda in the middle of nowhere) and then drive some more until basically the road is no longer a road and still you keep on until you are certain you are indeed in the middle of absolute nowhere and then, here....
Of course, we love it here but it does feel like we are spinning our wheels in the middle of nowhere sometimes. We are still in the process of buying our house, it's a short sale and there is nothing short about a short sale lemme tell you. I feel like we are still holding our breath and hesitant to share photos or unpack boxes or be truly excited or, you know, exhale until it is all said and done. But I know no matter the outcome that although this road is starting to no longer resemble a road at all, we keep on until we get there.
And until then, all of this around us we get to call home.
April 21, 2013
April 18, 2013
Always have their favorite shirt-pants-socks-skirt washed for a zero-meltdown/tearfree morning.
Keep a hard book and pencil in the car for when they need to finish their homework on the way to school.
(You're taking them to school because they don't want to ride the bus anymore and you're not going to make them. Everyone is happier because of it. You see more morning sun and rainbows over the ocean this way.)
Answer the phone when the school calls to bring a change of clothes because there was a spill in the lunchroom. Get there right away and don't make a big deal about it. Hide the spare underwear inside the pants so that nobody sees.
Bring a snack in the car when you pick them up from school because one of them you know the one will be ravenous and about to flip his lid if he doesn't eat something the very second the bell rings (unless his friends are playing on the playground then here's my backpack smell ya later, mom.)
Take them to baseball practice-dance class-to the candy store on time/when you said you would.
Make their favorite dinners and promise to always make them even when they are all grown up. Remind them that they can always come home, even when we are all old and gray.
Cuddle and snuggle and snuggle some more. Sing them a song but only when the radio isn't on. Then Mom, please don't sing along.
Let them chase the tides and get the mail and blow out the candle.
April 4, 2013
This morning when I was helping out in Grayson's classroom and I thought no one was looking I buried my nose in a Reader, hardback and big pages. It smelled just like second grade.
We've been here two months now. I almost can't believe that. It feels like a lifetime! In the best way, I mean, look at these photos. And it's April four, again, and I've come to the place now almost three years to the day, rushing in between school pick up and baseball practice to gather all four at the ocean wayside, wind and rain whipping around and risking all papers and drive-up coffee receipts blowing out as soon as the car doors open. And I was like, I can not force this. And it's totally okay. There are better photos still on the camera from last week and they don't give a care about the date.