A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Time spent getting ready (almost!) one year old before putting her out to play with oldest sister: 10 min.
Time spent dressing three year old before putting her out to play with other sisters: 3 min.
Time Mom spent dressing self: 1 min.
Time Mom spent outside before one year old started crying from cold hands: .2 seconds
Time spent cleaning up winter clothes and bathing freezing children: 30 min.
Baby wearing in winter: Priceless!
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
We attended Ivy’s first parent teacher conferences recently and were happy to hear that she is behaving and doing well in school. Every day she brings home piles of papers (Really all you tree huggers, piles of papers. You want to save a tree? Talk to a kindergarten class.) and shows us what she’s been working on. She is reading, writing, making friends with everyone and having a great time.
Tonight Ivy found an old notebook and decided to show off some of those writing skills she’s been working on at school, it was a proud moment for us parents:
…a proud moment…
We do a lot of laundry and while I have chronicled many of the reasons for the ridiculous amount (look here) I’ve never really owned up to the fact that I’m terrible at actually doing the laundry (John does most of it) and my plethora of excuses for not getting it done.
Here is one of them…
…how can I fold laundry…
… when this cutie is playing in the middle of it?
It’s way more fun to play peekaboo…
…and where’s Waldo!
Which is why my husband is upstairs finishing folding that pile of laundry -Thank you honey!
"Honey, come quick!’
I drop my armful of dirty laundry and head out the door to find John looking South and listening.
I join him on the back patio, bare feet chilly in the frosty air.
The full moon gives everything a blueish tinge and even the shaggy dog is quiet except for the click of her toenails on the concrete as she stand by us and we listen.
The road is blissfully silent and all the night seems to hold are the quiet noises of the cows in the pasture near our house.
Then the great horned owl calls again… and again… and again.
We grin and whisper and listen until John attempts to call back and the owl stops.
Our silence collapses into giggles and silly dancing and we head back to our respective Sunday night chores.
It is not until later while settling a fussy child that I hear the owl again.
The sound drifts though a crack in the window that I couldn’t bear to shut entirely on such a beautiful night and as I rock my baby I have a chance to reflect on the day.
And I am thankful.
While we figure out what to do about our lack of computer at home I’m borrowing a friend’s computer to check e-mail, the price of a new computer, bank statements and other things not nearly so important.
I had these photos of Clara already ready to go before the computer went kaput…
…hopefully we’ll get our technology sorted out soon. But for now I”m on borrowed computer time and since Clara is literally eating the couch I think it’s time for me to go!
John and Clara were having an exceptionally difficult time getting out of the house this morning and just when John thought they were headed outside and Clara changed direction yet again I heard him frustratedly ask the big question.
“Why is efficiency never part of your repertoire?”
Clara didn’t answer, she just changed her mind on what hat she was going to wear one final time before they made it out the door and left me chuckling in the kitchen.
Was my laughter because John’s choice of words was so apt for the main Clara frustration of the moment or was it that I had just witnessed the pot calling out the kettle…
I’ll never tell!