This is usually a quiet time of the year for me at work, but something came up that’s thrown me into temporary busyness resulting in working while on the train, through lunch, at home, in the middle of the night, etc, and that’s put a serious damper on my ability to post here. So here I go again with the random thoughts/updates and random photos.
Remember my voluntary simplicity mantra for the year? Well, it’s the end of May, and I feel like I’ve gotten nowhere with that. I feel really pathetic saying this, but I think it would take an intervention like getting on a Reality TV show to get my butt in gear in terms of purging and decluttering our lives. But it’s not just the physical stuff. It’s my mind that needs decluttering too.
I find that I simply rush through my day, seldom taking time to notice the little things, such as these delicate flowers on the side of the pavement, these little encapsulations of purity and beauty. I don’t take the time to breathe in deeply, or to quiet myself, or to connect to myself, let alone God or those around me. I wonder what it would take to change that?
So I was in the dining room the other day when I heard Cadence’s voice coming from her room, saying, “Oh please don’t go! We’ll eat you up, we love you so!” I grabbed the camera to capture this photo of her “reading.” It’s the first book that she’s taken to reciting, and now she walks around our home saying in the same cackly voice I use, “…And they GNASHED their terrible teeth, and they GNASHED their terrible eyes, and they GNASHED their terrible claws…” She apparently really likes the word GNASHED. It really tickles me so that she loves this book so much, because she is most definitely My Wild Thing, and that’s what I love so much about her.
Speaking of Cadence, she’s been under the weather the past couple days. She doesn’t get sick very often, so when she does, I tend to get a little bit anxious. It hasn’t been too bad so far. Just some head congestion. She tried to nurse yesterday morning and just couldn’t breathe so she gave up. She later made a comment that I was “empty” and that she just couldn’t do it. That made me wonder if that’s how she’ll self-wean, as my supply continues to dwindle, and it gets harder and harder for her to get a let-down. She must be breathing better by now because she was able to nurse last night and this morning, which I’m glad about because I prefer her to get as much breastmilk as possible when she’s sick so I can pass on my antibodies.
Ted’s been busy brewing up all kinds of beer. We’ve had lots of it in kegs lately, which is a whole new way of drinking homebrew. For those who know the joys of drinking draught beer, especially really good draught beer, you can believe that this is probably one of those no-turning-back experiences. For Ted, at least. I only drink the foamy part (and you sure can get good foam when you can control your own carbonation in a keg).
In case you haven’t noticed, for the past couple months, the only shoes Cadence will wear unless cajoled otherwise are her black sparkly ballerina flats. She wears them to church, to the park, to the grocery store, to the children’s museum, to the library, to the cafe, and yes, when she’s driving in her little car. Needless to say, they’re starting to fall apart. I finally took her shoe-shopping last night, and she INSISTED on a pink version of the sparkly shoes. Then I showed her a little less showy pair of floral canvas ballerina flats which she agreed to buy instead, and I convinced her to also accept a pair of gender neutral black canvas slip-on sneakers for the playground.
When we got home, however, she said some stuff that kind of gave me pause. She said something to the effect of “I’m a girl, so I like these shoes [meaning the flowery ballerina flats],” and she expressed less enthusiasm for the black gender neutral sneakers. As I’ve mentioned before, we’re trying hard not to raise a little princess who will be looking for her prince in shining armor to “save” her. This is something I feel strongly about because when I was a young girl, I wanted to be a photojournalist for National Geographic, and my mother told me women don’t do things like that. I know I shouldn’t get too worked up about it, but it scares me how quickly this whole gender socialization thing happens.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I had a post up on Shutter Sisters last Sunday. You can read all about it here.
Also, one of my photos from 826CHI’s prom was picked for Gapers Block’s Rearview for Tuesday May 20th. My friend Justin saw it and told me about it. That was kinda cool.
Alright, I think that’s enough for now. Happy long weekend everyone!
