Spring Break

This week was our Spring Break. There were no beaches or fruity drinks for us, but we did have a lot of fun including:

  • Planting our garden–so excited about the pumpkins and ranunculuses (ranunculi?)!
  • Feeding the little one solids–he loves everything so far!
  • Taking a mom-night-out to take a birthday girl dancing for her birthday. Turns out dancing doesn’t happen until after midnight if you go mid-week and after midnight I am worthless these days. That and dancing really doesn’t happen in the suburbs. Fun memories were made and that’s what counts.
  • Distracting a teething little one–holy cow I think we have 4 coming in!
  • Lots of walks. (see above)
  • Story hour at the local bookstore. This is totally more for me than junior. I’m glad he amuses me.
  • Cleaning out cabinets and then installing locks. I think we might have a crawler soon!
  • Cleaning out my fabric stash and gifting a ton of pieces to a friend that just got her first sewing machine. I feel like I’m nesting about 5.5 months late.
  • A very untraditional Easter dinner at a hibachi grill with Eric’s aunt, uncle, and grandma.
  • Movie/documentary/tv show marathons with Eric.
  • Seeing a lot of Eric. Lent is a busy time for a pastor. Here he is on the Thursday before Easter.

Lent 'nough said

I hope you and yours had a Happy Spring and Great Easter.


CAOK-1 Valentines!

Well, what do you know–through the crazy circumstances of the day baby boy’s last nap had him waking up later than normal. This gave me the opportunity to make it to church! I’m not sure I heard that much of the sermon, as he was so cute and I stared at him most of the time, but we went and I did catch a few snippets.

Back to the calculated act of kindness–Valentines. They were a success and I didn’t plan how many I’d make, but I had exactly enough. Or maybe I just stopped giving them out when I ran out. Either way–yay! I think they made a few people smile!


I hope you and yours have a Happy Valentine’s Day too.


Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent is next week–February 13! Things are already proving to be different for me as I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to make it to a service on Wednesday as baby bed time and awake time come into play. This makes me sad.

My blogging friend, Kelli, sent the following email out a few days back and now I have some new ideas on how to embrace the season that work within my scheduling constraints. Here are her words–feel free to join in!

Hello! For the last few years, I’ve organized a campaign during Lent. Calculated Acts of Kindness (CAOK) was created as a way to intentionally do kind acts during these 40 days, which starts next Wednesday, the 13th.  I know many of you are not Christians, and are probably thinking, “What is this crazy woman roping me into now?” Kindness isn’t specific to faith. If anything, the one thing I think all people can agree upon is that the world can, and should, be a kinder place

A little kumbaya? Yeah. But, if not us, than who?

So — you are officially invited to participate in this year’s COAK campaign. Commit 13 acts of kindness during Lent and if you are so inclined, record them here to encourage others:

http://www.flickr.com/groups/[email protected] 

Feel free to invite others to participate, and go wild! (These acts don’t have to cost a thing, more than your effort. Hold a door open. Wave at someone in traffic. Pick up litter. Etc.) 

I am just crazy enough to think this world will be a better place come Easter. 

So what do you think? Are you in? I am.

My first step–making Valentines from the baby for our friends and neighbors.


I find myself singing out loud a lot these days. I heard somewhere that “singing is the best baby pacifier.” Thankfully, my little one isn’t too difficult, but I still sing a lot–especially at bedtime.

My lullaby repertoire is pretty limited. I start off hopeful, but realize that most “baby songs” are short. I mean, I can make them go on and on like I tend to do with “Hush Little Baby.” I have no idea the correct words to that song, I just go until I can’t come up with a rhyme.

Eventually, I end up singing Christmas carols and/or the Star Spangled Banner. My poor kid is going to grow up very confused–or patriotic.

Baby Steps

Now that I have a child, I often find myself pausing and re-evaluating words. Baby steps like my little one will someday take. Being around junior all day makes me appreciate how delicate a baby is. Baby steps aren’t just small, like my little man. They are fragile and delicate like stepping out on a frozen lake gingerly and unsure. After a few steps, trust is built, fear subsides, and continuing doesn’t seem so dangerous. Baby steps are a necessary precursor to great things.

Baby steps can also lead to pain. Junior is getting used to playing in his exersaucer. The  seat is a bit large for his frame, and only one of his feet can touch the ground–so he usually has an odd lean. In the process of me straightening his torso one time, he ended up tilting forward and bumping his mouth on the edge of the seat. I was mortified. He screamed the scream that breaks a mother’s heart. But rather quickly his tears dried and he was ready to play again. Through the pain, however, I learned. It seems to me that learning in the little “baby step” instance prevents me from having to learn through bigger, more painful, and potentially more damaging instances.

Today I took some baby steps towards joy. Little itty bitty ones. I’m waiting for some news–news that probably won’t be great. With that weighing on my mind, I’m already a bit on edge, snippity with my hubby, and drained. My body wanted to mope and whine and feel sorry for myself–keep in mind I haven’t gotten the news and it could be okay. I indulged my depressed mood and it only made me feel worse. So taking every ounce of strength, I took a step towards joy. I raided the fridge and put together a refreshing salad of baby lettuces, huge blackberries, and white balsamic vinegar. Amazingly, I felt better. I then decided to sit and enjoy a book and some tea, I’m currently reading Anne Lamott’s Operating Instructions. By the time I’d sipped through my tea, I was laughing out loud. I’m grateful at how a few simple baby steps allowed me to move towards joy today.