This Moment: Lucas-Made Anklet
Inspired by SouleMama {this moment} – 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.
Inspired by SouleMama {this moment} – 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.
Mom and I picked up this vibrant paisley fabric a couple of weeks ago during an outing. I’m making for myself this Simplicity 2410 skirt (B—the short one). There’s a zipper in this one too, and I’ll definitely need Mom’s help with that part again.
Yesterday was Mom’s last day of summer vacation. Asher got to swim and eat up all of grandma’s snacks. Mom and I cut out the skirt pieces together. I still don’t understand most of what she says when she talks about sewing, but I’m trying.
I love spending time with my mom. I wish her all the best in this new fall semester!
Inspired by SouleMama {this moment} – 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 had a good time at Grandma and Grandpa’s house last weekend. We celebrated Grandpa’s 65th birthday with family, watched the kiddos swim, and ate delicious barbecued ribs, corn on the cob, salad, and other goodies.
I couldn’t help myself—I just had to snap some shots of Grandma’s garden, in all its August glory.
Gaillardia flowers, still chugging away, blooming and then drying out in the Central Valley heat.
Grandma’s hollyhocks and twisty morning glories are gorgeous. We found this strange blue flower blooming in her tree!
Grape vines that try to take over the world—I always hope to capture the color of the light through the leaves, but the photo never quite does it justice.
Toward evening, the morning glories fold up for the night.
A baby sea monster rose out of the greenish depths of Grandma’s pool.
Back home again, I found some pretty pink clouds in the evening sky.
Our prep work has begun for Burning Man 2010! Yesterday Ian cracked open our Burning Man totes for the first time in several years. This dusty job starts with an inventory of what’s in there, what still works, what needs repairing or replacing, and so on. There’s lots of dust. Lots of list-making. And lots of “Oh wow! I forgot about this!”—not surprising, considering we haven’t been to the playa since Asher was but a bump in my belly (2006).
Asher especially enjoyed the old rainbow umbrella and the wacky glasses Ian pulled out of the totes. Alas, dear Internet, I cannot show you the rest of his “outfit.”
While I have some trepidation about taking my littlest boy out to the desert for a week of experiential silliness and irrepressible elements, I’m starting to get the inkling that he’s going to have a rad time. Outrageous flamboyance in his genes.
We whitewashed the chicken coop two weeks ago. It’s now ready for decoration and colors. That is the part I’m excited about—making the coop kind of like a gingerbread-house—but I’m facing a lack of free time this month. Work projects are keeping me hopping! (Yay!)
Anyway, the boys were great sports about painting and the four of us got this job done in about an hour and a half. Asher was extremely enthusiastic … and drippy. Lucas was a competent, steady worker. Daddy was patient the whole time, even when the hinges were accidentally painted white.
We were all fairly well splattered when we were done.
This is how it looks now. The girls don’t seem to mind that their coop isn’t completely decorated yet. They’re more concerned with trying to peck open our vermiculture bin. Those beaks did a lot of damage to our styrofoam worm farm! Our worms are now banished to the garage, where the hens can’t get at them.
Inspired by SouleMama {this moment} – 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.
Lucas off to camp, Daddy off to work. Me and Asher with all kinds of time for …
chalk drawings on the patio,
inspection of garden flowers,
and the study of sun and shadow, curves and lines and points …
for free-ranging hens, like Avalanche here,
and for growing pumpkins, green and ghostly white,
for purple morning glories, cana seed pods,
and corn in the morning light. How do we know when it’s ripe?
It’s August, so the crepe myrtles are blooming, bursting!
We’re busy, so the playroom needs sweeping. A million precious things scattered a million different places.
And then the blocks simply must come out to play,
and Mommy simply MUST work a tad.
“Bob the Builder” is fun for Asher. Chapter 8 is not so fun for Mommy.
The leftover Ciro’s pizza simply MUST be Lunch.
“I will take my nap on the couch. For ONE minute. And then you wake me up and say, ‘Asher, it’s time to wake up to play!'”
Mia’s Apple Tree
Cameleon Was A Spy
I’ll be damned! He is asleep on the couch, just like he promised.
More of Chapter 8 in the hush of the sleeping preschooler, who,
miracle of miracles!
awakes with a smile and gentle
pat, pat, pat footfalls,
bear in hand.
We fetch Lucas from summer camp, where he wove a tiny rug.
“When can I go to big-boy summer camp?” Asher asks. Again.
“Buckle up, boys. We’re going to the library,”
where they cannot see the books for the computer that has kid games and a candy-colored keyboard.
But the Carmichael Library is newly remodeled and lovely, as is evident in the rotunda. Mommy wants to take more pictures, but then feels too much like a weirdo.
There’s also too much bickering between Asher and Lucas over the computer, so Mommy decides to check out.
Three books for boys, three books for Daddy.
We visit Great-Grandma and Great-Aunt, who are fine and old and loving and mysterious and bored until we arrive.
They don’t believe we have chickens.
Home again, we collect the day’s eggs. The green ones are lucky, don’t ya know.
And “Toy City” grows and grows some more.
For dinner, tasty snapper, spinach, snap peas, garden tomatoes, à la Daddy.
Sundown.
There’s still time for chicken ranging, feeding, and holding,
for watering the garden,
for watering the boys, giddy and nekkid, screeching and laughing.
“MY FOOT! I stepped in chicken poop!”
Shivering.
Shower. Teeth. Jammies. Stories. Lotion for eczema. Songs. Cuddles.
“You check on us?”
“Oh yes.”
We parents are sometimes allowed to sleep until 7:30 a.m. It has been happening more often lately, especially after a particular recent blowup over the unneccessary waking of Daddy at 5:30 a.m., which seems to have made a difference. Some mornings we wake to find our boys peacefully looking at books on the living-room couch. Other mornings we wake to hear them fighting over something that they both want. We were just telling some friends that lately, more often than not, our mornings have been gentler.
This morning, there was too much excitement in the air. Asher marched around the house shouting, “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake UP!” Lucas was a little subtler, quietly saying, “Oh my! Look what the Tomato Fairy has brought us!” He had to repeat it a few times before his sleepy parents clued in.
We came out to the kitchen to find this bounty, this glorious Lughnasadh gift from the Tomato Fairy. (I had no idea there was such a fairy! Imagine my surprise!) There on green and yellow silks rested gorgeous tomatoes from Lucas’s garden, harvested at their peak in the early morning stillness. A little note from the Tomato Fairy reads, “For The Wilson 18 tamatoo.” I’ve never seen anything cuter.
A few of these were eaten with breakfast, then I took the rest outside where the light was better. My little 8-year-old gardener is pleased as punch. Now I’m on the hunt for the perfect dinner recipe for these beauties.
Happy First Fruits!
Lucas is pretty sure that these chickens are meant to be lap chickens—at least Midnight.
Avalanche and Snowdrift graze in the backyard. The hens are enjoying morning and evening ranging hours. Alas, they are displacing the mulch in my flowerbeds a lot. I’m wondering if I could coax them to the school field two doors down and back again (but I would be afraid of off-leash dogs).
Lucas’s garden is about to overwhelm us with juicy red tomatoes. Just this week they are turning red.
A magical moment at Sacramento Waldorf School just before the summer camp play began. The oak tree at the Oak Stage is magnificent.
A backyard visitor graciously paused for my photo. I’m pretty stoked about this shot.
Evening picnics on the lawn are fun. There’s a bit of sandwich-eating, a bit of snuggling, a bit of wrestling, a bit of coaxing the hens to eat out of our hands, and …
… a good bit of airplane rides with Daddy.