Monday, September 29, 2014

dude, go to bed

While eating a late-night quesadilla and lesson planning, I realized the beauty of a plate that can double as a mask.

You're welcome, internet.


hashtag foxy.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

39/52

a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

sticky lips and trails of stray crumbs


I can confidently say that I have the best peach-jam-taste-tester in all the land. 


More information on the 52 project here.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

38/52

a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014


Some friends invited us to come and see their horses, proving what I already knew about Sage.

He is fearless. 

I have heart attacks on the regular because he is so courageous and has absolutely no concept of consequences. 


We're talking a serious lack of awareness that trying to get closer to that horse might result in serious physical pain. 

On no, he just saw me take a step backward to take a picture and saw this as his opportunity to make a run for it. Of course, I grabbed him before he got under the fence. 

Because I'm clearly quicker than I look. 
I know, quicker than a two-year-old. Who would have thought? 



More information on the 52 project here.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

27 for 27 update: how 'bout them apples?

first 27 for 27 item done! 


We packed up and headed to Apple Hill over the weekend. Even though the weather said otherwise, the apples and the pies and the preserves all assured us that fall is right around the corner. But 90 degree sun meant no scarves and boots here; we picked our apples in full summer gear.

Part of me is like, "NOOOOOO SUMMER! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE MEEEEE!" and the other part of me is like "soup and crunchy leaves, I'M READY FOR YA!"

I decided while we were up in Apple Hill that I have this dream for myself to retire to an apple orchard. I will let people come and pick my apples and feed my alpacas. People seemed to think this was a strange dream, given my lack of gardening skills (let alone orchard maintaining skills), but I think it just sounds like the most romantic thing -- planting fruit and canning and inviting families in to experience my own piece of the earth that I've grown.

Now I probably need to learn how to can and plant things that stay alive, but I have a long time before I retire to actually work out the logistics of the whole thing. I mean, I've kept Sage alive for this long, and if I can grow a human then I should be able to grow some trees...amiright?


but the canned preserves...
CAN WE JUST TAKE A MINUTE TO APPRECIATE APPLE JALAPEÑO JAM.

I know, weird. But I'm pretty obsessed with it. Obsessed might even be an understatement.

There was more to Apple Hill than picking apples (even though picking apples is the best thing ever). The apple picking will always and forever be my favorite memory from this trip.

There was a mini pony ride in which Sage was the first pony ride of the season. I was just walking alongside of him making Lil' Sebastian jokes in my head when the lady who runs the mini pony ride informed me that Sage has fantastic balance. I'm talking the kind of balance that surpasses the balance of kids twice his age. ATTA KID!

We also fed some goats because, unfortunately enough, the alpacas didn't want much to do with us. But heck, with feed in our hands the goats wanted everything to do with us. Some pretty aggressive things, those goats. Rip the cup right out of our hands aggressive. Gotta respect an animal that knows what it wants and takes it, I guess. Survival of the fittest and all that.


We're already planning our trip back to Apple Hill to pick pumpkins when fall actually does decide to show up. We're not through with you for this season, Apple Hill. And this apple jalapeño jam isn't just going to just magically replenish itself in my fridge.


Apple pickers, over and out. Peace sign/apple emojis.



Saturday, September 13, 2014

37/52


a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014


It may be over 90 degrees out, and we may be wearing shorts and sandals, but dangit it's September so we're going to go pick some apples.



More information on the 52 project here.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

10 on 10 // september











AND A BONUS:
((Sage don't need no sign to tell him how to live his life...))


ten photos on the tenth day of the month 


Today we hiked to the waterfall and enjoyed the peace and quiet of a small oasis tucked away in the middle of the desert.


linking up with the ten on ten project. Find out more and link up your own photos here.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

36/52


a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014



This morning we woke up before the sun and headed to the balloon races with bead-head and tired eyes.



More information on the 52 project here.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

checking in


Making: plans to see people I don't see often enough.
Cooking: no cooking here.
Drinking: caffeine in various forms.
Reading: at least three books at a time.
Wanting: more hours in the day. 
Looking: for inspiration.
Playing: audiobooks instead of music in the car.
Wishing: I could see the future. Then immediately being thankful that I can't.
Enjoying: simplifying.
Waiting: as patiently as I can.
Liking: these fleeting summer/fall evenings.
Wondering: how time can move so fast when it's supposedly constant.
Loving: Legos... because I don't have much of a choice in the matter around here.
Hoping: that time doesn't speed up any more.
Marveling: at the insight tiny minds can give into big things.
Needing: a housekeeper.
Smelling: lemongrass.
Wearing: dresses.
Following: travel instagram accounts and living vicariously.
Noticing: small and magnificent things that too often go unnoticed.
Knowing: that everything happens for a reason and things work out as they should.
Thinking: too much sometimes.
Feeling: overwhelmed.
Bookmarking: inspiring quotes and photography.
Opening: a wedding invitation that made my heart so happy.
Laughing: as much as possible.
Going: and going and going and going.


and thank you Sydney for the list I used to make this post happen.

Monday, September 1, 2014

we live at the school now

Warning: this post reeks of Livejournal. Because Livejournal, you guys. Do you ever miss it? I do. I miss when the internet was new sometimes.

Moving right along.



I haven't been blogging much. Actually at all. August 2014 is one of those months that holds ONE whole post in it's archives.

I haven't been blogging for many different reasons.

One obvious one is because I have been so dang busy starting off this new school year. The change to Elementary School has been really hard. Hard in a good way. The kind of hard where you are just navigating foreign lands for the first time and really have no idea what you're doing.

There have been moments in the last three weeks where I've felt like I'm on one of those survival reality shows where they drop you from a helicopter in the middle of a forest with a bobby pin and a piece of chewing gum and say "good luck, mate!" (why they're Australian I don't know) and fly back away.

Only I have found the beauty of reaching out and asking for help.

Let me repeat that because it's a big one
I have learned to ask for help.
(or am learning -- work in progress here -- but aren't we all?)


I am surrounded by wonderful people who actually know what they're doing. They have been navigating this rainforest with their pieces of chewing gum and bobby pins for a lot longer than I have.

They are these banks of knowledge that are willing to help and know exactly how I'm feeling as I'm letting my two-year-old tear everything out of the supply closet and build towers out of art supplies. Because we almost live at the school these days.
I'm talking build us a couple of murphy beds because this is where we live now.

Case in point:


^^ the aftermath of a bucket of markers getting dumped out and then doing the obvious -- drawing all over himself with said markers.


So the silence is two parts exhaustion, one part busy, one part treading water.
But I 100% get paid back for my exhaustion with beaded necklaces and rocks covered in glitter glue.



I haven't been totally silent, however. I seem to have really taken a liking to the mini-blog feel I get out of Instagram. Me and Instagram have been getting along just fine.

You can follow me on Instagram here.



Man, I'm sure this post didn't really make sense. I'm a little out of practice on the posting front. (Imagine me doing that move where I crack my neck and stretch my arms out in front of me to crack my knuckles here. Did you imagine it? Okay good.)


And happy September! Happy Labor Day!

We're off to Virginia City for some swimming and some shenanigans, because what says day off like a wild west town? I'm such a sucker for Virginia City.

Overpriced barrels of candy here I come!