Throughout the animal kingdom, we are told that those who are good mothers are that way because they had good mothers themselves.
I am often told that I’m good mom. I can’t see how it could be otherwise, when I’m building on such a fabulous example.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
Just another beautiful moment around here.
“Let’s play with helicopters, Daddy!”
Yes, that’s Ian on the “big boy” monkey bars. No, I couldn’t believe it either.
Resist though I might, it had to happen sooner or later. The onset of hot weather forced my hand, since every time Ian would get hot and sweaty, his longest curls would get very badly tangled and no one was enjoying the combing-out process. So Mommy’s Barber Shop opened for business today and trimmed Ian’s topknot. Mommy survived. Ian could care less.
For giggles, take the time machine back approximately one year.
Before:
After:
“I have to fix Daddy’s Car.”
As you can see, my little volunteer Japanese Red Maple seems to have survived the transplant and is doing well.
In the next step of my efforts to surrender a little bit of the need to do it “right” and just enjoy my garden, I looked up which of my collection of herb seeds would do well in part shade and got started with my “kitchen garden” today. I planted sweet basil and parsley so far and several others will follow.
Naturally, I had help. Ian and I talked about worms, planted the seeds together, dug together, and just generally enjoyed this gorgeous day, which was in the high 70s, dry, and breezy by late afternoon. Just perfect!
Best bouquet I ever got…
It was Flower Communion Sunday at Church today. For those who aren’t familiar with this UU tradition, congregants bring flowers which are then distributed during the service. The idea is that the individuality of each flower, like each member, combines to create something even more beautiful than its parts, and each person takes a flower to remind themselves of that beauty.
I took a daisy, because it reminded me of the Wise and Wonderful Betty Gray. All day, I’ve been thinking of the story she told me about the day someone said, “Betty, you have the loudest laugh I’ve ever heard.” I can’t remember who the speaker was, but it stuck with me because it was true. Grandma had the most wonderful, big, big laugh. There was no doubt when something caught her funny because she didn’t hold back at all.
I’ve been thinking of her because this morning Ian found a coupon on the kitchen table, all folded up. He picked it up and said, “‘Oh, no!’ cried Mommy, ‘What happened to this?'” Grandma would have LOVED that story. And she would have loved to hear how tall he looked standing at the end of King Street watching the boats and the ducks yesterday. And she’d have been beside herself if I called to tell her about Ian saying, “Mommy, you banged the door so you gotta go in time out” after I shut the car door too hard. (Well, really, doesn’t some of that kind of make you want to shoot milk out your nose?) And I, myself, would have loved calling her to tell her about it, because nothing beat being able to say, “I made Grandma laugh today.”
It may only be the beginning of May, but around here, the line between “spring” and “summer” has been crossed.
Irises are blooming
Little Man watched ducks and sailboats in Old Town
Finished the day dozing in the hammock.
Not too shabby. Friday marked the five year anniversary of the beginning of this beautiful life, and so far, the weekend has been a perfect monument.