Recently, I received a comment from someone who had visited the blog relaying something about feeling envious after reading. And it got me thinking… that is so not what I want people to feel after visiting us here. Yet, I am guilty of feeling envy when I visit certain other blogs. You know, the ones where life comes across as so perfect and wholesome.
The truth is, I started this blog with some encouragement from Andrew after I had gone through some major life changes (I quit my job as a school social worker to stay home with our newborn Milo, plus we had just gotten married and moved to a brand new city where we knew absolutely no one) and was feeling really lonely and a little neurotic. It was also a way to reach out to family and friends who were scattered across the country (and in different countries) so that they could stay updated on happenings with the “young bum,” as we used to call Milo.
As time wore on, the blog became my main creative outlet. Posting daily not only helps me keep in contact with family and friends, but also reminds me about what is important in my life right now: creating memories and coming up with fun activities for the kids; finding awesome places to discover and rediscover; exploring new recipes and sharing our favorites; and feeling good about myself as an individual person, not just as someone’s mama. But the main reason is to look back and remember that life really is beautiful, even through the rough patches. Plus, it turns out I really, really enjoy taking pictures. So, of course, life on a blog is supposed to look a little nicer than real life. And so it does. If I took pictures of my dirty bathroom and piles of laundry and stacks of mail to be sorted through, I don’t think I would enjoy looking back at those things as much, you know? Because those things are inevitable, but they are not life-defining.
And so, here are some pictures and tales from our weekend, the first of which you will not envy: we woke up Saturday morning to a ransacked car and a stolen GPS because I had left the van unlocked overnight. Boo.
Ice cream at Snarf’s
Staying up late: the reward for actual naps!
Breakfast: figs with goat cheese and honey
Trip to a farm– only so, so
Tomorrow we celebrate Emil’s first birthday and I’m choosing not to deal with it quite yet because how it has already been a year is beyond my comprehension right now. Have a wonderful Monday.