Guest Starring Miles

Although it has been awhile since we have written about our dear friend Miles...he continues to play an important role in our daily lives. After spending all morning together at school, Hugh insisted invited Miles to come for a play date. And play they did...all the way through lunch, dinner, bath and bedtime...they never stopped.
"Please may we have a sleep over!?!" they begged.
"You're only 3! How do you even know about sleepovers?" we returned.
I guess when you are best friends....and your life has only existed with one another in it...you just know these things.xo

T.P.

Dear Toilet Paper,
We give you thanks.
As always, we thank you for the necessary....obvious reasons. But today, we also thank you for the years of entertainment you have provided for our children. We've seen how far your toilet paper highway can stretch. We've enjoyed endless hours of spinning tricks on your holder. We've saved your cardboard rolls transforming each one into the likes of puppets, microphones, binoculars and even musical instruments. We've appreciated how quickly you can dissolve when a slobbery-toothless mouth chomps down on your quilted layers. All impressive, indeed.

However...unbeknownst to us, you had one more talent yet to be revealed. Charmin, Cottonelle, Cashmere, Scott...whichever one you may be, we thank you for your uncanny ability to soothe our boy, Arlo. When he is tired, his heavy head finds comfort on you. When he is sad, his wet face falls to you. As long as you are in his grasp...{and nobody is threatening to release you... as thought by Arlo in the picture below}...all is well with his world. From the bottom of our hearts...as well as the bottom of our bottoms...Toilet Paper, we give you thanks.
xo

Sunday

Simple Pleasures ::Knee pads.
xo

Saturday

What did I used to love about bowling? The bowling shoes.What do I now love about bowling? Watching Hugh...oh man, true love!xo

A Beautiful Sight

After 32 blueberries, we watched Arlo's pearly-white turn pearly-grey...A beautiful sight...
xo

Dinner

It occurred to me this evening while making dinner, I don't ever remember using my mom as a fire pole when she was stirring a pot. In fact, I'm nearly 99.9% certain, I used to sit at our counter quietly, polishing my halo as my mom peacefully cooked away in our tiny kitchen. She never looked out of breath or sweaty or stained. With the music of Arlo's new band...Pots, Pans and The Wooden Spoon playing their new single. And with the running commentary of Hugh's mind, dinner preparations involve me wandering around the kitchen trying to remember what is cooking on the cooker...trying to remember to close at least one cabinet door...trying to remember that I have 5 minutes to get everything on the table in order to avoid a low-blood-sugar-induced 3 year-old temper tantrum...it's all very, challenging...disorganized and dare I say, a little tense.But strangely...somehow...it all kind of comes together. Take this evening for instance, Hugh thoughtfully took care of our dinner drinks. He placed four glasses on the table and filled each one with: Brown Sugar, Water and Milk.
"I KNEW IT! The MILK makes it PERFECT!" declared Hugh.
Sitting around the table...eating and laughing while David and I pretend to drink Hugh's cloudy concoction...all of the chaotic preparations merely minutes before dissolved faster than brown sugar in watered-down milk. Ahh...dinner.xo

A Pause

Amongst the chaos as everyone {husband, children and Ja'mum included) pitched in to help fill a rather large tinK.vintage order...we welcomed a much needed pause when David brought in the mail. In his hands he held a single card in a simple envelope with a familiar red cross.We took a moment as we passed the card around reading its hand written contents. When it was Hugh's turn, his face filled with pride. The past few days when each room was overcome by bits of yarn, needles and knitting kits...when our moods were overwhelmed by the same....it was this card that reminded us to slow down...get along...and pause.xo