Home with my two girls on a rainy Wednesday, days before Christmas.
My apron and an old thrift store purse makes the outfit for Jo.
The girls can squeeze between our headboard and the wall. For now.
White rugs are risky, for sure. But they are also so beautiful.
A tea party on the stairs.
I dare say, these two are each other's best friends. Sometimes not, but most of the times, they are.
Pulling some delicious carrots from the garden.
Team Atlanta, some by way of New York, reunion for the ninth annual Louisville Skate Trip: Boston. Much skating and hanging out done by the fellas, and a fun dinner last night and brunch today before they all hit the roads back south. These are good people. Old, old friends. And two absolutely gorgeous little boys.
It has felt like ages since I wanted to take pictures, but today, one look at these little guys and I had to snap a few . . . or a lot.
Hope to see you all again and soon. Distance does not mean the end of friendships, thank goodness.
Thurston and Nicole
Jasper with Inner Tubes
Gordon Loves Thurston
Good Fun with a Trike
Who's There?
A Good Place to Be
John Educates
John, Cousin Eric and Matt
Gordon Says Good-Bye
Momma Love
Like Father . . .
. . . Like Son.
Oh, That Hair!
Upside Down
Thurston Dreams
Baby Toes
Sweet Summer Slumber
First bike ride around Castle Island with the Carvalho Girls.
I seemed to have come down with Bea's summer cold, but Tara's kind voice lured me out to Castle Island and a little bike riding. I'm so glad we went. I drove the backway, which in Boston is saying through neighborhoods I've never driven through. I found myself falling in love with the city all over again. Nearly ten years here, and I can find my way, and I can finding something new.
Castle Island is a total dream. Both girls were so excited to see it appear out on Boston Harbor, jet planes roaring over head, big boats, ferries and sail boats drifting by. The breeze was cool, and the hills rolling green. We met and chatted with just about every senior citzen who crossed our path. The girls put on a show at the monument on the harbor side, singing Grand 'Ol Flag to every person who passed by.
Beatrice rode her bike with almost no assistance. A first. Josie would give her little shoves if she needed help to get going. A good pit crew. I am beyond proud of Bea, riding so well, and so happy.
Tonight I have such deep gratitude for who I know and where I live. My friends, the ones with children who play wth my children, the ones who have no kids, but love mine so very much, thank you. And Boston. Sigh. No place is as sweet as you are on an evening like this, the nearly longest day of the year, people out on their stoops, roses blooming, the sky only now turning pink. I love it here. This is home.
New books! Fashion Magazines! Cherries! Yoga books! Nikki McClure!
A spontaneous visit to The Providence Children's Museum.
And being shown around a great neighborhood, Federal Hill, for the first time.
And children making wishes.
And who knows, but the picture makes me happy.
Not pictured, but equally awesome, some good momma time and talk over pizza, cannoli, and cappuccino. Trust me on that one.
I bought these fantastic little boats from Nova Naturals, an amazing natural toy and family product company based out of Williston, VT. The boats totally work! And if it weren't for the black flies, I think we'd still be in the stream, building dams and harbors and sending our little vessels down the waterfalls.
Pretty amazing, right?
Even more so: Going on a date with my handsome man, to my favorite brew pub, The Alchemist. Thank you Gemma and Kiki for sitting! The beer and fiddleheads were incredible. And so was the soundtrack: Pearl Jam's Backspacer all the way home, windows down, screaming along to this number.
The days couldn't be fuller or more merry. The rain has finally cleared, and the end of May has been warm and breezy. Every evening beckons us out to sit on the lawn until it gets dark. The air is refreshing, almost drinkable. Photography has seemed to be put aside for now, except it really hasn't been gone that long. Just a breather from technology, pursuing other intentions.
Until now. So many photos and moments to share from our Vermont trip.
Fiddleheads down by the stream.
The wet weather didn't slow us down.
And neither did the tall grass.
And inside offered a lot of comfortable down-time.
We spent some time going through our history, stuffed away in boxes, and hidden for years.
But most every chance we had, we'd head back out and make some noise.
Being your momma. Both of you. Everyday. All the way.
