She said don't I know you/From the cinematographers party

It was just me and Blaise today. Finnian got to go to a swap meet with his grandparents.
They picked him up at 8am and were gone all day.
I have been without both boys before (ah bliss) for the day, but I realized I am not much with just one anymore. It is always me and these two guys most everywhere, most every day. Blaise noticed right away and cried and cried as the back door closed and Finn hopped in grandpa's truck. He is all over that brother of his. He is tethered to him.
I did get to snuggle extra today with the fat man and we took a tub bath together. There was just a quiet throughout the house that was odd. A string of endless chatter and words that end in probing punctuation were gone and the absence of the sound was melancholy.

And how bout this? Much odder and cooler than my day.
I said goodbye to Design Mom today and it was sad. Sniff. I loved it there.
My long distant chair goddess sent me these Hema plates in the mail. I almost died. I am planning my meals around them.

Home is where I want to be/Pick me up and turn me round

Our friend Patrick leaves in the early morning and Finnian is already sad. He asked me earlier if we could keep him, like he was a hamster or something. Our day was jam packed and busy with a whole bunch of normal activities (grocery, alfresco lunch, Target, walk) but they somehow felt novel and exciting with Patrick on board. We even walked two blocks with a blow up swimming pool above our heads home from the gas station air pump. The day was carved from elbowroom.
We ended up at the Pig Iron BBQ pit where we all ingested entirely too much pork and reveled at the old pick up truck turned into a bar. I am tired and my house is wretched, but it was a great day. Sometimes it is good for me to go off schedule and stop trying to force a day to be something that it might not want to be. I will miss Patrick too. Its funny how those friends from your true formative years are so important. I like that Patrick knew me wild and reckless way back then and how now he knows me as a mama. He knows me, that's the key. He's a good friend to us and I am going to slip little love notes in his backpack right now.





***Yo. Bloggess- yr name came out of the hat for the 300th post. You win a little treat from me. How do you get to be so cute and lucky? unfair. :) Send me yr addy! xo amy

I don't need an invitation/The best peach is at the top of that tree

There is a crash that is awesome after a day fueled with candy.

Our dearest friend Patrick rolled in from Boston this morning to watch this with Joe.
Joe worked for a half day and me and the boys tooled around town. We strolled down to the local candy store and Pat nearly bought out the store. It was fun.
I am sitting here thinking about what kind of trouble they might be getting into out on the town right now. At least the loudness is inside a pub and not my house. Right now my house is still with the exception of the radio softly playing in the babies room. It sounds like time for me to work on the thirty two thousand projects I have going, but it feels like time to just be. I was talking to Patrick today about how his best friends in Boston now have two small children and his buddies wife no longer babies them when he visits- she no longer wakes them up with coffee and french toast on platters like she did in their 20's after a good night out. She is busy now and they miss that coddling. Pat noted that it must all change when kids come, how the best you used to have for only one person was now spread out to many. I agreed and told him that Joe often gets the bum deal and the kids get it all. I give it all away some days. But not today. Tonight I am saving a bit of my spark for only me. I am going to grab a Stella Artois and open the screen door and and sit in my garden. I am going to turn off the computer and the phone and sit with myself. I am going to be thrilled that no one needs me and that dryer that just buzzed can flip right off. I can here myself exhale.

An inspiration is what you are to me/ inspiration look see

Today marks my 300th post. I think this is pretty cool as it means I have sat down here or there three hundred times and reflected, paused, and thought a bit. It means I have really started to do what I said I would do. Write and create again. It means one of you gets a treat! Is this not tradition in the blog world to give away a little bit of love to mark some event like this? Leave me a comment- tell me yr favorite post of the year and I will draw a name on Thursday. I will send you a lil packet of love that whispers thank you again.

And be there when I feed the tree

We started our morning garden journal time. Out in the garden with sketch books and pajamas before breakfast. It went pretty well. I often have these lofty dreams of projects that I see us doing and we are like in slow motion and blissed out with an instrumental Jane's Addiction soundtrack playing in the background. It hardly ever happens...but, gardening is starting off much like my dreams. I am liking it and so are the boys. We have these lofty goals to get our butts outside every morning before breakfast and journal. Finn makes me wear my thrift store garden hat. I pretend to fuss and complain. But, really I love it. It goes along with my whole lofty garden dream.


*Tuesday is my 300th post. Holy Wow.
Also- I am on over at the fabulous design mom all week...

all over you, all over me/the sun, the fields, the sky

The sun rubbed all over us today.
The wind with a chill to it danced around our collars.
Outside was bliss.
It was beautiful in the backyard as a family with everyone working on different projects. We worked our garden and planted today. We fixed our amazing free herb container. We made a pumpkin patch. We created. We laughed. Happiness most definitely flowed in a circular motion.
***OK! I am about to freak out in delight! I am a guest mom for DESIGN MOM this week. She is like my favorite mom ever and I am beyond honored to hang out in her divine space. Come visit this week. xo

the sleep i've lost could rest me/but clocks keep slippery time

Saturday queen
Kate's belly grows
Fueling up

I have been thinking about this old movie.
Watcher in the Woods
have you ever seen it?
flipping bette davis and disney and scary as hell
I am so renting it