"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
We’re off to find the best possible popsicles and dig holes in the sand at the beach!
And tonight we’ve got a fierce, fierce dog to guard our house.
She barks at the sound of every single firecracker….because she is rough and tough.
We’ll placate her by popsicles and frolicking in the sand until the fireworks start.
Sydney considers this one of her busiest days of the year, guarding against fireworks and all.
Popsicles and sand, wahoo!!!
Short of writing a whole post complaining about our lack of sun, I’m feeling a little lackluster in the word department lately. Maybe I’m feeling this way due in part to the fact that I’m wearing a FREAKING DOWN VEST and if my calendar is correct it says JUNE. Within a span of two days, Maggie went from streaking nudie around our yard to needing to be fully clothed in a sweater to brave the outdoors. Seriously.
At least we’ve got some great inside jokes that don’t really ever die. Like the basket on Maggie’s head seems to always be a good one and she has fallen in love with having a little bowl of snacks set up so that she can wander around return to her snack station when needed. Sydney loves it too. Also, Maggie has discovered all the goodness that my make-up drawer holds. Thankfully she hasn’t figured out how to roll the lipstick up yet…
We’ve had a ton of visitors, but my camera never seems to document our friends and family as much as it should, they’re all beautiful. Just today Chach and I went and walked around U. Village just for the sake of doing something. Maggie was in a stellar mood until we meandered into a candy store and she wanted to touch everything and insisted on no longer being carried. Does she even know what candy is? I think it might have been my first experience of just walking out of a store with a screaming child.
It seems like The Morsels (Sydney and Maggie) are two of a kind lately, chasing, squealing, sharing toys; however trying to get Sydney to go outside when the weather is anything but perfect is a battle, she loves to stay in bed and snore. Sometimes it can be funny and quite enearing, but sometimes it shocks me what a weather wimp she can be. Aside from wanting to be in bed all day, I think I get where she’s coming from.
Anytime now, Summer, Anytime.
The other day I had to fill out a little informational box about myself and I found myself not really sure how to describe myself, my hobbies or what I do. What do I do? Yeah, I am a wife, mother, teacher on leave, photographer, pseudo runner, blah, blah, blah. I decided to leave the box blank and it has haunted me since.
I think I wanted to write something in the box that would make it seem like I am extra awesome – climbing mountains, learning how to fly or running marathons. So, I’ve been thinking about this feeling that I’ve had, the want to seem like I’m doing extra awesome things, and I decided to take a closer look at the life I’m living. I really, really, really love my life and am probably more fulfilled than I ever have been. So then, what’s the beef with the information box?
I guess since I’ve had some transition this past year and my focus has shifted, I still am finding out where I belong on the spectrum of living an adventurous life. My adventures continue and my days are full, but even so, I feel somewhat guarded by the fact that my EVERY DAY ADVENTURE might not be as exciting as the next person’s.
What is one man’s trash, is another man’s treasure, right? My day-to-day existence right now might look bland to me when captured in a box, but I have assured myself that my life is full of flavor and color, with a little bit of extra awesome on top.
Off I go, to live a little slice of adventure-filled life, so I can be more prepared to fill in that box the next time I come across it.