Monday, July 28, 2014
I've never been good at blogging during the summer.
There is only so much sunshine in a year, you know? And during the summer, we live outside, we go on trips, we welcome friends for weekend visits, and at night, the whir of the ceiling fan draws us into our bed early.
It's so good. Summer always gives us the room to slow down and just be.
The garden is bountiful, though we are not without our share of farmer troubles. The peppers have a fungal blight, and our patty pan sqaush plant produced odd, oblong, green pumpkinish fruits...not quite what we were hoping for. Did we have cross pollinated seeds? I don't know. Nonetheless, we've got cucumbers and zucchini galore, enough eggplant to satisfy, and the tomatoes are creeping up to an riotous explosion soon.
We've been reading more, sinking into our spots on the couch as soon as Anna is tucked away in her crib for the night. A glass of ice water, a good book, my husband beside me. In my world, there's not a better way to spend a summer night. Cool nights, we've hefted the windows open, (we we both prefer unless it is blazing hot) and the sounds of crickets and cicadas and the whiff of a neighbor's cut grass drift in. Ahh, summer.
Friends from Topeka came two weeks ago, and a dear friend from Afghanistan (home on a visit) came last week. We've cooked pizza and Turkish lahmacun, mixed scones and pancakes, torn through cartons of ice cream and pitchers of tea. We've visited my family in Arkansas and Aaron's family in Kansas City. We're home now for a month, and the number one priority? Get our precious girl on a good sleep schedule.
It's summer. And I'm loving every day of it.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
I have loads of posts knocking about in my head. But tonight it is late, and I promised myself that I would start going to bed earlier because I keep staying up too late, and someone tiny and cute is still not "doing her nights" as the French would say. Aka, she is still waking up screaming at 2 a.m. wanting to eat.
Tonight is about jumping back onto the blogging horse. It will be random. More cohesive, well-thought out things are sure to come soon.
Anna came down with her first true sickness last week. She had roseola, which meant three and a half days of a high fever followed by two days of a rash. It was the saddest thing. Whenever I put her down, she would just lay on the floor with her cheek to the ground. She didn't want any food, just wanted to nurse all the time. Little babies with fevers are like furnaces - her body was so hot in the middle of the night. Why is it that sickness always seems to peak in the middle of the night when there is nothing that you can do but pray and hope that the hours until you can give more Tylenol pass quickly?
She's back to her sweet self now, crawling all over the house, making messes, chowing down on food.
We celebrated our fifth anniversary June 20 with a quick trip to Sedalia to stay the night in an historic hotel. Aaron surprised me with a manicure and pedicure, and the next day we wandered about Powell Gardens looking at plants to my heart's delight. It has been, in many ways, a long and tough year of marriage for us...somehow this makes the anniversary all the sweeter. The night away was a time to exhale, talk about silly things and serious things, and attempt to sleep in. Of course we still woke up at seven.
Aaron has the next two days off, and we are going to knock some projects off the house list. Tonight it is so cool that I am drinking hot tea. Our baby is sleeping, the house is mostly clean, and there is a delicious breeze drifting in the front door. Life is good.