Remember how I planted a garden this year? Well, in the month since I first buried my seeds the only things that have surfaced are a few sprigs of dill and half a dozen zucchini plants.
As Avelyn nears her first birthday and leaves babyhood behind, her will is emerging more a little each day. And that will? Is a strong one.
So often I find myself simply focused on the daily routine of caring for my Avelyn that I forget that each moment is part of a much fuller scheme.
I’ve been up since 4:45 am and have already toted a howling baby through the grocery store, booted my dog down the stairs when his barking woke up my fitfully napping child, and been peed on by my kid while she was
Our days have been starting very early. Avelyn usually rouses around five a.m. which is when I stumble into her nursery, toss a bottle of warmed milk in her crib, and pray she’ll drink herself back to sleep.
I tried to do my hair like Whoorl’s today. It kind of worked. Here are some photos of my wavy, Whoorly ‘do and the innocent child I tend to drag into my self-portraits.