2016 Resolution #2

Create more.  

Luckily being home with the kiddos Tuesday and Thursday leads to ample painting/construction paper/crafts/desperately coming up with creative things to keep Ev entertained while Eleanor naps.

And I am, in no uncertain terms, not saying I am artistic.  But it has felt so good to try!  And it builds on another goal for this year which is meaningful interactions with those dearest to me.  So lots of watercolored note cards with a little message inside, tiny art projects for big birthday celebrations, and even making Ev's birthday party invitations.  (side note... 3 years old!?!).  

 

One more...

And when the sky drops all those feathers
And when the birds sing in the morning
I'll be a mama

I'll have a daughter

I played this on repeat one evening while Eleanor and I had a quiet night at home, the boys were out goofing about.  Having a daughter is a whole other ballgame of parenting/life/responsibility.  I didn't realize how different it would feel. It feels momentous, wonderful, and terrifying.  

I've had a complicated relationship with my body throughout the years.  Who hasn't?  But adoring those short legs and long torso on my squishy bean, all the while recalling all the angst I held against my own?  Whole other level.  

Songs I can't quit humming...

"... to us romantics out here that amounts to HIGHHHHHH TREASON..."

indeed, indeed.