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October Saturday on Capitol Hill

Happy October, everyone!  My cousin Katie (visiting from Oklahoma), Lena, and I drove to my old ‘hood of Capitol Hill on Saturday to soak up the season.  Have you ever been to Eastern Market in D.C.?  There is no place I’d rather be on a Saturday morning in the fall!  The market glowed with color and beauty at every turn.  The sellers’ wares sparkled in the sunlight, hot apple cider wafted through the air, and the flea market was in full swing.  We crunched leaves underfoot as we bit into crisp apples from a farm stand.  We ate breakfast with my brother at Jimmy T’s, met up with my brother-in-law as he headed into Peregrine Espresso for coffee and emails, and randomly ran into an old college friend as he walked out of Groovy with his wife. 

This is my neighborhood, my heart cried (and my mouth, as my cousin Katie will tell you).  I love Sicily, but I think I left a piece of my heart on the Hill.  It’s bittersweet to come back to this place where I once belonged, where Elliott and I shared our newlywed days and memories, where I spent a long year while he was on an unaccompanied assignment in Egypt.  Lena’s first home was our condo on Capitol Hill.  Every block between our old home, church, and Barracks Row holds a dozen memories. 

Will we come back to the Hill after our assignment in Sicily?  Will we choose to come back?  What do you prioritize in a home, in a neighborhood, in a community, in a city? 

Do you return to the places you know because they were good to you before?  Or do you choose the unknown?

16 :: in DC, thoughts, weekend

October Saturday on Capitol Hill

Happy October, everyone!  My cousin Katie (visiting from Oklahoma), Lena, and I drove to my old ‘hood of Capitol Hill on Saturday to soak up the season.  Have you ever been to Eastern Market in D.C.?  There is no place I’d rather be on a Saturday morning in the fall!  The market glowed with color and beauty at every turn.  The sellers’ wares sparkled in the sunlight, hot apple cider wafted through the air, and the flea market was in full swing.  We crunched leaves underfoot as we bit into crisp apples from a farm stand.  We ate breakfast with my brother at Jimmy T’s, met up with my brother-in-law as he headed into Peregrine Espresso for coffee and emails, and randomly ran into an old college friend as he walked out of Groovy with his wife. 

This is my neighborhood, my heart cried (and my mouth, as my cousin Katie will tell you).  I love Sicily, but I think I left a piece of my heart on the Hill.  It’s bittersweet to come back to this place where I once belonged, where Elliott and I shared our newlywed days and memories, where I spent a long year while he was on an unaccompanied assignment in Egypt.  Lena’s first home was our condo on Capitol Hill.  Every block between our old home, church, and Barracks Row holds a dozen memories. 

Will we come back to the Hill after our assignment in Sicily?  Will we choose to come back?  What do you prioritize in a home, in a neighborhood, in a community, in a city? 

Do you return to the places you know because they were good to you before?  Or do you choose the unknown?

16 :: in DC, thoughts, weekend

solo parenting a toddler

I feel like this post’s title is a bit of a lie because I am not a solo parent.  Elliott is very much alive and well, he’s just not here.  But not here for three weeks at a time is hard.  I am very ready for this separation to be over… and we’ve still got two weeks to go.

Lena seems to have turned a corner recently and has become so willful and sassy.  Her new thing is to shout, “No!  Nooo!” just for the fun of it, often while looking me right in the eye and declaring she will not do whatever I deem a good idea or proper behavior for a 1.5-year-old.  I’m somewhat at a loss as to how to address this.  What is proper discipline?  And what is the heart of the issue that I can address in a way she will understand?  Just to illustrate a bit, those photos above were taken after a flippin’ tantrum because this little miss of mine didn’t want to wait for the dough to be finished before we tasted it.  (She sure was happy and cute by the time we took the pictures, though, with a chocolate cookie dough-covered beater in her mouth!)

Also, she appears to have given up her afternoon nap.  Guys, I love her naps.  Love them.  Every day that 90 minutes or so in the morning and again in the afternoon are bliss for me.  At home I use them to clean the house, catch up on emails, write a blog post, read a book… enjoy the peace.  There is such a sense of peace in the house when you and your child have a routine and he or she settles peacefully down for a nap!

I knew this day would come, but I hoped it would take another year (!) or so.  As I write this she is in her bed for her afternoon nap, happily chatting to herself, occasionally yelling, every now and then calling “Mama!  Maaaama!  Mamamama!”  This is Day 4 of this routine.  Yesterday I left her in her crib for 1.5 hours!  At one point she was quiet (“yay, at last” I thought) and then suddenly she began crying in distress.  I raced up the stairs and found her standing in her crib holding her fingers out to me, asking me to clean them.  They were covered in thick gel, and in the other hand was an open pot of Vaseline!  She is now big enough to reach out of her crib, open a nearby drawer, and pull out the contents.  I couldn’t believe it.  I rebuked her firmly, emptied the drawer, moved her crib, and left her… only to listen to another 30 minutes of babbling upstairs.  Finally, I gave up entirely and lifted my relieved little toddler out of her crib.  I had been stubborn, but that day she was stubborner.

Anyway, I guess I’m feeling the aches and pains of motherhood these days.  I miss my husband and I’m definitely feeling the effects of pregnancy combined with jet lag (yes, still… days later).  Lena’s new routine of waking up by 6:15am also isn’t helping things.  I need grace to mother and respond to Lena without my hubby to take over when the going gets tough (or when 5pm rolls around each day!).

And I’m also feeling my inadequacy at this whole enormous parenting task.  For all the other parents (or adult children of wise parents) who are reading this, do you have any ideas or advice?

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On an entirely different note, this blog got a facelift!  What do you think?
12 :: in Becoming a Stay-at-Home Mom Series, Lena, motherhood, thoughts

solo parenting a toddler

I feel like this post’s title is a bit of a lie because I am not a solo parent.  Elliott is very much alive and well, he’s just not here.  But not here for three weeks at a time is hard.  I am very ready for this separation to be over… and we’ve still got two weeks to go.

Lena seems to have turned a corner recently and has become so willful and sassy.  Her new thing is to shout, “No!  Nooo!” just for the fun of it, often while looking me right in the eye and declaring she will not do whatever I deem a good idea or proper behavior for a 1.5-year-old.  I’m somewhat at a loss as to how to address this.  What is proper discipline?  And what is the heart of the issue that I can address in a way she will understand?  Just to illustrate a bit, those photos above were taken after a flippin’ tantrum because this little miss of mine didn’t want to wait for the dough to be finished before we tasted it.  (She sure was happy and cute by the time we took the pictures, though, with a chocolate cookie dough-covered beater in her mouth!)

Also, she appears to have given up her afternoon nap.  Guys, I love her naps.  Love them.  Every day that 90 minutes or so in the morning and again in the afternoon are bliss for me.  At home I use them to clean the house, catch up on emails, write a blog post, read a book… enjoy the peace.  There is such a sense of peace in the house when you and your child have a routine and he or she settles peacefully down for a nap!

I knew this day would come, but I hoped it would take another year (!) or so.  As I write this she is in her bed for her afternoon nap, happily chatting to herself, occasionally yelling, every now and then calling “Mama!  Maaaama!  Mamamama!”  This is Day 4 of this routine.  Yesterday I left her in her crib for 1.5 hours!  At one point she was quiet (“yay, at last” I thought) and then suddenly she began crying in distress.  I raced up the stairs and found her standing in her crib holding her fingers out to me, asking me to clean them.  They were covered in thick gel, and in the other hand was an open pot of Vaseline!  She is now big enough to reach out of her crib, open a nearby drawer, and pull out the contents.  I couldn’t believe it.  I rebuked her firmly, emptied the drawer, moved her crib, and left her… only to listen to another 30 minutes of babbling upstairs.  Finally, I gave up entirely and lifted my relieved little toddler out of her crib.  I had been stubborn, but that day she was stubborner.

Anyway, I guess I’m feeling the aches and pains of motherhood these days.  I miss my husband and I’m definitely feeling the effects of pregnancy combined with jet lag (yes, still… days later).  Lena’s new routine of waking up by 6:15am also isn’t helping things.  I need grace to mother and respond to Lena without my hubby to take over when the going gets tough (or when 5pm rolls around each day!).

And I’m also feeling my inadequacy at this whole enormous parenting task.  For all the other parents (or adult children of wise parents) who are reading this, do you have any ideas or advice?

* * *
On an entirely different note, this blog got a facelift!  What do you think?
12 :: in Becoming a Stay-at-Home Mom Series, Lena, motherhood, thoughts

a picture an hour

I took a picture an hour (or almost) last week, the same day that I filmed Lena “discovering” she was going to have a baby brother by mixing up blue frosting.  I realized as I put this post together what a fun record this is of an ordinary day in our home.  Well, okay, it’s not every day that you are celebrating that you are going to have a son!  But in other ways this day was completely ordinary and filled with things that make up the pattern of our lives right now, like Lena’s Raisin Bran in the morning (3 bowls, please, with extra raisins), playtime with her new IKEA stacking toy, her nap times while I work on projects around the house, summer afternoons on the porch splashing in her little pool, and lots of play time and meals with our beloved Arthur family.  Someday I will look back on this post and say, “Oh, there is Elliott in his Army PT clothes… back when he was still in the Army!” (although will I say this in 5 years or 20, I don’t know) or, “Did that toy really once look that new?”or, “Wow, their kids have grown up since then!  I’m glad we still know and love them.”  (Because I truly hope we do.)

Funny to think of the future.  Sweet to savor the present.

Enjoy a few snapshots of the rest of the day, including some more behind the scenes about how those cupcakes came into being… and then were rapidly consumed (by me).

  7 o’clock

  8 o’clock

 9 o’clock (welcome home from running a 5K, Daddy!)

 10 o’clock (time for a nap)

 11 o’clock (putting together my new Home Management Binder, more about this in a later post)
 12 o’clock

 1 o’clock (want to share some frosting with me?)

2 o’clock 

 3 o’clock 
 4 o’clock (admiring my baby boy)
5 o’clock (playtime with friends)
 6 o’clock onwards (homemade Indian spice chicken burgers and chocolate cupcakes with friends)

(otherwise known as: I struggle to participate in conversation as I stuff my face with cupcake… s)
Happy Friday, everyone!
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