this moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.-SouleMama

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Loving Summer

I’m sitting in a Starbucks right now having just finished my check-in phone call for my writing job. I’m feeling very important. 🙂 I have to say, I love this work and can really see making a career switch at some point.

Last night, C. and I were at home, hot, eating hot dogs and feeling sorry for ourselves for having nothing fun to do on the fourth. The streets were quiet, dead almost. We just haven’t done a great job of cultivating friends with kids. We’re kind of homebodies and I’m frankly a little socially anxious. Z. was perfectly content, hanging out naked at home, playing in his pool but we were feeling a little lonely.

After a dinner of hot dogs, we decided to check out the town celebration. Oh my god, I’m so glad we did! It was a great band, just enough people to feel like you’re part of something but not super crowded you know? Z. danced his heart out and we even saw some fireworks at the top of this hill but the lightning show was even more amazing. Z. fell asleep in the car and we drank beers on the porch and watched the neighbors set off illegal fireworks. Z. slept until 8am which is amazing for a 5:30am boy. With no pacifier so we’ll see. We’re definitely struggling with the whole big boy thing.

C. took the week off so we’ve been going to the beach pretty much every day from late morning until after dinner. Z. falls asleep on the way home and I dump his sandy body in his sandy bed. I love the beach in the late afternoon and early evening. It’s not so hot and the light on the water is so pretty. Loving summer!

Public Parenting

The other day when we were leaving the house I saw a mom with a baby on a bike seat and an older boy riding his own bike. The boy looked like he was refusing to cross our little side street and the mom had that look of frustration. You know. THAT look.

What struck me about the scene was how honest it was because too often I don’t see that. We’ve been spending many mornings in parks lately and I find myself participating in what I call “public parenting.” I will be EXTRA patient and explain every little motivation I have for doing what we’re doing and I see other moms do it too. Like our three-year olds care why we have to leave the park or why they should stop throwing sand. I feel like we’re performing for each other. I state these long explanations, almost like I’m explaining to other moms why I’m doing what I’m doing. Why do we do this? Has parenting (Oh, how I hate that word!) become a performance art?

Husband is giving me a little break this morning and is taking Z. swimming. I’m prepping food to take to the beach since it’s going to be so hot the next two days. I roasted some beets I got at the farmer’s market and made a spicy pasta salad. My fingers hurt a little from the poblanos! Looking forward to hanging on the beach the next couple of days.

If it’s not too early, have a lovely weekend!