Not So Wordless Wednesday.

On day we looked at our new house, Sean and I came home feeling lot’s of emotions. The biggest was a shared need for escape from the city. The sun had been tucked behind clouds for days, and suddenly seeing it in the sky we had to grab our coats and hats, and go play under it! So where do we go when things get tough and need fresh perspective? Pickerel Lake, of course.

I have never hiked hiked the lake in the fall before. And this time, instead of taking the path that winds around the lake, we went higher into the woods, where I quickly learned that Sean’s long legged pace leaves me gasping for air and running to catch up. The entire time we hiked we talked about the house we had just seen. We talked it about like it was already ours. I said to Sean that we should be careful about getting our hopes up like it already happened. And Sean told me to think positively and send our confidence into the world through our speech habits. I smiled, remembering how we had met in a literature class, and how this part of our beings will always find a way into our lives. Even in conversations about houses there is language to discuss.

Leaving Pickerel Lake we felt content. We had found the peace we were seeking. And the next day, we got the house.
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Life in this Place

When I walked in the door on Wednesday there was a note from Sean. It said that he had made me some soup, and then in bold letters it told me to “take it easy”. I knew what he meant. I knew he was telling me to lay down and not do anything. I knew he was worried I would begin cleaning up behind myself; clearing up the messes I’ve been too sick to take care of all week. I knew he meant I was not supposed to worry about my dirty soup bowl. I knew he would be mad at me and call me a control freak if I did any of these things, and I knew why. I needed a night of silence to myself; to lay on the futon and watch Mad Men, to take a hot shower and rinse the migraine from my body, to rest my feverish bones. So, I curled beneath my red fleece blanket, a gift from the woman whose children I cared for in Georgia, and followed his instructions. The week came and went with synchronized naps with the twins’ nap times, early bedtimes and plenty of reading a great new book in bed.

These past two weeks have the busiest of the year yet! And probably all of that busy is the reason for my poor health.   Many early mornings last week were consumed with coffee and finishing our save the dates, which I can’t wait to share once they’re in the mailbox.  Friday was dedicated entirely to planning and decorating for the bachelorette party. We had a friend staying with us two nights, followed by another visitor over the weekend. I wanted to pull my hair out on Thursday, but the power went out in our apartment. Despite the fact that I had a million things to do that night, I decided to let it go. There are some things you can’t control and this was one of them.  So I took as a sign from the heavens to relax. We found some candles deep in our junk drawer, poured some wine and played Rummikub by candle light. It was the calm I needed in the storm. But as busy as last week was, I feel accomplished looking back. It’s a good feeling to see the results of all your work.  But for now, I’ll head back to the couch for an afternoon of watching The Tutors and eating leftover soup. I’m milking Sean’s advice for as long as I can. 

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Silver Linings

morning sunThere is a stop light on the road where I work, that if you hit at just the right moment, it seems to stay red forever. But the other morning when I got it, I wasn’t bothered. Not one little bit. In fact, I was pretty grateful once I came down the hill and saw this view. The clouds had been heavy with rain for many days in a row. I was beginning to feel like I couldn’t function anymore. Being trapped inside with two very busy three year olds was getting hard. I was just done with it all. Then, I got stopped at this red light. And as I looked into the sun, I realized life is pretty freaking amazing. The sun is out, I have a car that works, a job to go to, a finance to come home to, a bed to snuggle up in, and a coffee pot to give me fresh brew each morning. What did I have to complain about? So sitting there, I snapped this picture, as a reminder of how great life is. And it is true after all, that silver linings only come on cloudy days.

& then the weekend came.

This week has been a lot of this and that, here and there, up and down. And now it’s the weekend! A busy weekend, for sure, but the weekend nonetheless. Have a good one.

heated blankets & watching new girl
shower planning & craft projects
coffee in the car & preschool drop off 
farmers Markets & sunshine
calling caterers & organizing addresses
dreaming & goal setting
helping friends & laughing hard
planning & following through
orange leaves & green grass
being patient & having expectations
hide & seek
ice cream & rummikub
bananas & peanut butter
orange paint & potato stencils
rice & lentils
lead & rubber
wind & sunglasses
music & clarity

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Life Lately

This week has been a good one. Life at work has gotten on a regular schedule which brings a peace to the pandamonium that is juggling a large family’s needs. Friday morning has brought cooling temperatures, with Sean making the rounds to close all of our windows and turn off our fans.  How one night has brought such a change amazes me, making me feel grateful for my life in Michigan. Good (or bad) we feel the impact of four seasons here; just when we tire of one, another shows it face, allowing us an opportunity to pack away our tank tops and find our box of sweaters, hidden in the closet. Yes, this week has been a good one. Cheers to the weekend, though. I am always glad for Friday.
3 clay jarsStenciling and cutting and designing our save the date cards.
Attempting to plan our meals better this month.
Playing games on the living room floor.
Rearranging our bookshelves.
Mailing invitations for a 1920’s bridal shower and 1920’s bachelorette party to follow
Appreciating that Sean will help me clean.
Re-watching the first seasons of Parenthood.
Waking early for mornings by myself.
Wondering what the kids are doing in preschool. 
Avoiding beer on weeknights.
Cooking a monster batch of breakfast burritos to freeze.
Talking to caterors about our wedding menu.
Running, again. Feeling healthy and happy about this.rummikub slippers on orange rug making granola red chicken on table

Going Home and Blackberry Picking

Sean and I went home to visit my family this past weekend. It was one of the last weekends of summer in Michigan and Sean and I were anxious to spend it Up North, on the beach, with family, eating too much, staying in the sun too long, sitting by a bonfire late into the night, picking through rows of my parent’s garden, and laughing at my brother’s ridiculous comment after ridiculous comment. It was a summer from my childhood and I was so happy to share it with Sean.woods 2black berry 2 big blackberrywoods 1 alex and brit blackberry woods 3hand blackberry

By the end of the summer, I always need an outlet from the noise of the city. Heading North this weekend was the best prescription! One evening, we went over to my parent’s house and roamed their property, looking for blackberries. My brother had been raving for hours about how many blackberries he had picked the previous week and we were ready to challenge the truth of his tales. Off we went, up the hill, like we had done everyday of our childhood; my sister and I walking quickly to catch up with him, to have him show us what he found. Wandering the woods, we picked and picked until Sean’s shoe broke and our buckets were full. There are few better things in life than being with your siblings and smelling your parents cooking dinner on the grill, knowing from the scent that it is time to go home. No matter how old I get, the moment I step into their backyard, I feel grounded and safe. There is peace in their property.

“Isn’t it nice and quiet here?” Sean asked me one night as we walked back to our car from a bonfire, “Isn’t it nice?”

Yes, Sean, yes it is.

Happy Monday! Hopefully this peace of the weekend will carry over as we make it through our last week of vacation!

Life Lately

Life lately has been moving quickly. All too quickly, if you ask me. I’ve been trying frantically to hold on to the last days of summer, even though part of this nanny is ready for school to start. But the end of season encourages a sense of urgency within me to partake in as many summer activities as humanly possible. This season of summer will soon be taken over by many months of relentless winter, and the only way to maintain a satisfied mind will be knowing that I lived up summer while it was here. So I’m trying hard, friends. I really am.room with candlegreen beans cookingt plant picture line blue chairI spent Saturday at the beach with my old running turned amazing friend who has given me a surprising friendship I have really come to rely on an trust. Summer has delivered me a fun new friend I hope to see live on throughout the storms and cold winter will bring.

One of my oldest college friends and her new beau came over on Saturday night. We spread a red table cloth on a picnic table in our back yard, brought out a bowl of cashews and a growler of local beer, and talked late into the evening. This friend of mine has always been so loyal to me. In my times of confusion she has been a sounding board I can rely on. As I watch her grow in her new relationship, I feel so happy that someone who has always been such a great friend has found someone so perfectly matched for her. It’s fun to watch your friends fall in love, especially when the person they’re falling in love with is so awesome.  Summer has brought strengthened a relationship and reminded us all of the flitting feeling of  love.

As we sat talking into the night, I admired the growth our tomatoes plants have had this past week. Their branches are hanging low; heavy with tomatoes and touching the ground. The weather has been changing, but despite cold nights and some dying leaves, these plants are still producing vegetables for our dinner table. So we keep watering, and weeding, and picking, enjoying them as long as we can. Summer has brought us fresh food to satisfy our taste buds and stomachs each night.

As the night came to end, we packed our picnic basket and went back into our apartment, smacking mosquitoes from our arms as we went. Walking into our apartment, I was comforted by this feeling of home, of “being home”, of knowing that this place is our place. Sean and I have put in the necessary efforts to create this and buy that, working hard to afford this home of ours. Summer has brought us one year of our lives in this first home of ours.
I wonder what the next year will bring to this place, too? I’m so blessed to have these full-filling end of summer days.

hi weekend

I love this week. This crazy, busy week.

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Pumped up about nannymag.com— we’re a might strength out there and it’s exciting to see a collaboration forming.

Spending the afternoons playing outside in the sunshine.

Watching one of my favorite legends in concert…Crossing that one off my bucket list, for sure.

Making our own laundry soap from our favorite Dr. Bronner’s soap using this helpful link.

Teaching little one’s to play board games.

Surprising Sean with our first picnic dinners of the season.

Sending birthday cards in the mail.

Catching up with my girlfriends after too much time apart.

And there’s still a busy day ahead of me, so I’d better sign off for now. Happy Sunday, friends.