Latest breaking news:
Ada sings along to Pumped Up Kicks (Foster the People) AND Junk of the Heart (The Kooks) both of which are in the playlist over there to the right in case you've never heard these songs. Holy mother of God, it's practically too much for my heart to contain.
OK, Moving on.....
The rest of the news is pretty mundane. As my friend Erika put it last Friday morning as we stood in the sun pushing our girls on the swings, "It's kind of nice to not have too many stories to tell right now." I second that sentiment.
Our family has a tendency to see-saw this way. We find ourselves in circumstances that demand us to juggle too much for a while followed by stretches where we do absolutely nothing. We're in a rest period now and it feels nice. Down-time is so necessary to keep our bodies strong, to keep our minds focused and our family connected. March brings with it the first stages of really planning this move to New York so I'll happily embrace this lull while I can get it.
The weekend included a lot of time at the playground and some simple activities at home. Last night I got home from work and Tim remarked that after a day of doing nothing special he actually felt relaxed. I don't thing I've ever heard him say that he felt relaxed. He must not have been lying though - we were all in bed totally zonked by 9:30 last night. Well, at least Tim and I were. I can't say for certain when Ada fell asleep.
So what did we do?
We laughed when we found Ada munching on a stick of butter. Again.
I sighed heavily when I went in to get her from her nap and found her bedroom furniture covered with diaper rash ointment, the worlds most hydrophobic substance ever. Again.
We countered the rain and gusts of wind with some sunny yellow and delicate white tulips.
She babied her stuffed animals.
We baked cookies (oatmeal scotchies).
Ada saw her baby brother for the first time. He looks perfect.There's even a corpus callosum, thank God.
Tim made play-dough
And I spend a lot of my time over the weekend just loving her.
Happy rest phase. We all need it. We all deserve it.