Lovelihood

Me walking to The Boy's school, as I like to say, with purpose: 5 minutes. Me and Bear on our afternoon walk to school to pick up her brother: 30 minutes. Two-year-old strides tend to be inconsistent and meandering, slowing and veering for foliage and plumage and canines and insects. She resists hand-holding unless crossing streets and passing dogs. She stumbles, falls, announces her missteps and reassures with an "I'm ok". She tires easily, stands in one spot while I truck on, refusing her demands, then cries for me to wait up for her. Nearly two weeks into this new routine of ours, I'm still hoping we can cut the time down from nearly one hour roundtrip. And I'm also hoping we don't, knowwhatImean?

We satisfied Bear's hunger for tempary tattoos by ordering up some gourmet ones a while back. She's got no sense that these particular ones might be meant for mixing and matching up on ones knuckles (hers are too small, at any rate). She would like them all slapped en masse, some perhaps overlapping others, onto her belly, thank you very much.

Noodles with a smattering of sliced sausages and zucchini is certainly not the most healthful meal out there. And I could say that it's the kids' penchant for this dish that brings it back to the dinner table week after week. The truth is it's become a guilty favorite of mine, and should I arrive home off the late bus long after the kids are down, hungry and exhausted from a long day, there's nothing more comforting than an easy meal waiting for me.

It's been of those long funk-filled days. No inspiration. Just a cat. www.lovelihood.com

With the completion of yesterday's race, fittingly a 10K, my bib collection is now ten deep. And I'm still enjoying my knees enough to keep registering for more races. Go me.

I find myself whistling that old Porgy and Bess standard "Summertime" a lot lately. You know, that one about the living being easy. And The Mr. and I regularly marvel at how good life has been to us. Enjoying a pleasant dinner with our usual bottle of wine on the back deck on a pleasantly climed night, it hits home that we are home. And wouldn't it be nice if it could stay this way forever?

First week at The Boy's day camp/new school has been survived. Exhausting and largely successful, but still ending with us very much in that in-between stage of things that leaves me thinking in snippets of to-dos instead of well-rounded thoughts and direction. I'm hoping the end of next week and heading into the beginning of the school year (!) I'll be feeling less like this little guy.