The Girl was off for the weekend, the house was quiet, and it was tempting to be lazy.
But.
The sun was out, the day warm, and the swing beckoned.
Fourth Sunday of Lent 2013
the boy
#22 — A Break
Third Sunday of Lent 2013
With the Boy, schedules and perspectives on them change. It was the same with with L, but you forget over time. The Boy reminded us quickly, and the reminders continue daily. Among the things that change of course is the notion of what it means to sleep in. That has changed gradually as we've left behind the carelessness of childhood and adolescence.
These days, sleeping in until half past seven is a luxury indeed, especially for for K. Sunday mornings.
From there, the rituals, old and new, take over. Sundays are days filled with ritual, both sacred and recreational.
Mornings lean toward the former; afternoons edge toward the latter.
#14 — Cheerios Here, There, and Everywhere
Lent is not always about the negative, about the sacrifice of this or that. It's also taking on the positive, doing something more for someone, enriching someone's life.
Or maybe I'm just trying to justify this entry...
Second Sunday of Lent 2013
Sun. It's always there, they say. While living in Poland, I could go weeks, it seemed, without actually seeing it. Hidden behind layers upon layers of clouds, the sun's light was defused throughout the whole sky, a dully gray that made it impossible to tell the time of day. There were two modes: darkness and less darkness.
Lately, it's seemed like that around here. Gray skies. Rainy days. Cold and damp. Damp and cold.
And then, this morning.
Cloudless. Bright sky. Rich blue. And the temperature soars into the fifties, touches the sixties.
Everyone it seems is out. The neighbors' dog, an ever-thrilled, always-excited Spaniel, is out making its rounds. I would say "Everyone loves him," but I can speak only for my family: everyone loves him.
Everyone is out and about, including our dear little friend from up the street. The bare Crape Myrtles in the front beckon, and soon the kids are climbing, laughing, playing.
The promise of spring, the promise of afternoons outside, the promise of long evenings with golden skies.
It's all coming.
In the Crib
Not Quite Crawling
Catch!
A Bit of Time Out of Doors
The Boy has been sick the last few days. Recurring fever, loss of appetite, congestion. The pediatrician says it's nothing serious -- at least, no visible infection or signs of other serious issues -- but it means late nights and tired days for us all, especially K.
A bit of sunshine and fresh air in the early afternoon, though, leaves him smiling and ready for a nap.
Independence
Independence comes in small developments: gripping a bottle.
Riding a bike.
