“The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward.”
-Amelia Earhart
Eliot woke up this morning with a new song. He asked if I wanted to hear it and here are his lyrics:
Out the window
time to fly a kite
Out the door
kite flies away
Kite waves to the city
Puppy on the sidewalk
Boy on the sidewalk
Kite comes down
Puppy in circles and circles
Oh my, I thought I might melt away into his yummieness! He told me it was like the song he heard on Yo Gabba Gabba. Anyone know? Clever boy, he sang it soft and sweet.
Yesterday I ran six miles, hung out with Eliot, did three loads of laundry, took him to swim lessons. Swam after swim lessons, played at the park, drove home, cat napped, then took a one and a half hour long power vinyasa class. I ate, took a shower and slept.
This morning I lifted weights, jumped on my rebounder, ran four miles and came home to shower and get everyone ready for a trip to the farm! We went to a berry farm today with the family and Eliot was an amazing berry picker! He even got to pet a very busy pig who was too engrossed in eating to care. The pigs did snort in happiness when Summer gave them some rubs on their backs. Sweet. I wore sandals and a sun dress and now I have a sunburn and a few scrapes on my ankles from the brambles. Dropped Eliot and Andy at the pool for swim lessons while the rest of us had an adventure going through the Burgerville drive-thru. Forgotten sandwich, fries, stickers and a drink and we finally got out of there. They were crazy busy! Ran back over to pick up Eliot and Andy and give them their lunches, home for napping, and then off to another yoga class for one hour. The grocery store alone was my last trip of the day.
I just can't believe how busy the last couple days have been and the summer promises not to slow down. We've got more swimming lessons, music classes, gym classes, grandparents visiting, marathon training, business trips, Hawaii trip, birthdays, our nine year wedding anniversary, and I just signed up for a month long introductory membership to a yoga studio which means I can go to as many classes as I can fit into my schedule (and that my body can keep up with)!
Napping is the key, and green smoothies!
Favorite green smoothie recipe of the moment:
one whole lemon
water to get it moving
kale or spinach- as much as I can cram in
one cucumber
an entire head of celery
Eliot's new favorite thing to say to me when he sees a bird: "Look at that one Mommy, did you see it? What's it called? I think it's called (insert whatever color and or markings the bird has here). I'm going to take a picture and put it in my science book."
I didn't know he knew what a science book was.
He also says, "start at the end" when he means the beginning.
Eliot sings a song we call "I Win" whenever he wins something. There's a dance to go with it.
Eliot wouldn't get in the pool during swimming lessons this week until the teacher had the kids playing a game where they took turns being "it". He finally had a reason to get in the water: A game. I'm pretty sure he sees most of his world as a video game. Should I be concerned?
He loves Cyberchase and Blue's Room. Two kids shows. And he's obsessed with the Tuttu Fruitti Gummy Bear song on youtube.
He enjoys holding me down and not letting go, hugging me so it practically hurts.
Eliot's drawing of Sponge Bob Squarepants and Patrick:
My child is cute. Here he is in Mammoth Lakes, California:
Check it out!
Sister-in-law's cuteness is for sale.
I have such a problem. I walk down the lovely tree lined streets here in Portland, and what is my one major thought?: This is not California. Why do I torture myself this way? And then to make matters worse I decide to read my feeds before heading to bed early and one of my favorite singer songwriters, Tom Brosseau has a new post up today. He is living three blocks from where Andy and I used to live in Santa Monica. Pure torture for a girl like me with a longing in her heart for palm trees, window shopping, celebrity watching, sand in the air, jasmine flowers filling me... I could go on and on. I remember before moving from Berkeley to Santa Monica I was scared of the possibilities of being surrounded by fake hair, fake boobs, fake everything. But, I loved it so. ("It looks fake, I like it," from Joe Versus the Volcano.) And I miss my friends, and well... I could go on and on.
Check out Tom's blog if you're interested. He's very talented and heartfelt, my kinda fella: http://tombrosseau.com/blog/?p=271
Shut up Prada, just shut up with your creative genius. It hurts I love you so.
My husband is in New York right now on business and Eliot and I are home alone. So, at night I have a little trouble sleeping. My trick is to stay up late and watch Sex and the City episodes until I can no longer see. Generally, it works.
But last night I went to lie down and my eyes popped open, I tossed and turned. Then Eliot made some really strange breathing noises and I jumped up to check on him. Well, of course he spotted me and asked me to snuggle with him, I climbed right in hoping to just fall asleep. Nope. I was up again in awhile, sneaking back to my own bed around two in the morning. And just as I was almost asleep I saw a flash of light from my bedroom window that made my eyes pop open again. After a few of these quiet bright flashes I was up again peering out the window, counting the lightening as it got closer.
All of our windows upstairs are open because of the summer heat and as the storm increased with loud thunder and even more lightening I just kept my eyes closed hoping to sleep through it. By three it was pouring so hard and so noisy that I woke up dreaming I was sleeping outside in the rain but it was magically not touching me. It was so intense and surreal, nothing but the sound of rain. Really really loud waterfall rain. But, sadly even with that beautiful storm to lull me to sleep, I still didn't sleep enough.
Husband will be home today and he's promised me treats from Pure Food and Wine's takeout. And I plan on getting some sleep and some good running in in the days ahead.
I love clothes and shoes. And I adore Fluevogs and here's my issue. I'm vegan and I believe I shouldn't be galavanting around town in an animal's skin. And I'm pretty sure almost every cute shoe on the planet is made out of leather. Why oh why?
And by the way, my car has leather interior and I still wear all of the leather shoes I bought before I decided I just couldn't purchase them any longer.
However, I just bought two pairs of shoes tonight from zappos.com. I bought a pair of Marc by Marc Jacobs plastic red glittery sandals and a pair of Nine West sandals, both sans leather. Then I head over to Fluevog and the designs are gorgeous and I'm left feeling left out and discouraged. So, I'll look at the bright side: with less ethical options at the moment I spend less. Zappos is fantastic, by the way. With their free shipping and free returns.
xoxo Big love to cruelty free fashion.
