Ships Ahoy

Yesterday we were extended the most amazing invitation: come sail to the Bras d'Or lakes. On a big beautiful boat. On a sunny Sunday. Where you will learn almost everything you need to know about sailing from one of the kindest older gentlemen you have ever met. 

P.S. The trip will take all day - like ten hours all day or the longest (by seven hours) that you've ever been away from your baby.

Of course I thought no. No thanks. You all go. Yes, she's one. Yes, we're not going over night. Yes, she's going to be in the most loving and doting hands. Yes, someday soon work and daycare will mean more apartness. But what if she needs me ... or what if she doesn't? 

Rob talked me down from my good-god-she's-going-to-be-eighteen-if-I-blink-once-more ledge and we are going. And Frank is staying, because babies and boats and novice sailors never mix. I'm still nervous. Because letting go, even if only a little bit and only for a day, is hard. But I'm excited too. I suspect the day is going to be a beautiful one and that we'll return even more in love with the idea of life at sea. I also suspect that this time with just adults is going to be one of those things that I never knew I needed, but really really did.

Frank The Builder

Helping dad:

Finished product:

Bubbles And Stuff

Bubbles 

And Stuff

You said what to your kid?

On any given day I will look down at a small person and say “no, we don’t put our arms in the sangria,” “the kitty doesn’t like it when you try to lift him by the foot,” and “you’re not allowed to drink barbeque sauce out of the bottle.”

Recently, I came across a collection of things you never thought you’d here yourself say out loud compiled by other mamas and papas. 

My tops:

Why on earth would you pee on your brother?

No, zebras do not have boobs.

You blow on the dandelion, you don't lick it!

Did you eat my Chapstick?

No light sabers at the table.

Do not let the dog lick the inside of your mouth.

So many things to look forward to. 

You can read the rest of You said what to you kid? here.

What Day Is It Mr Wolf?

Its been a busy week. A busy two weeks. A whirlwind. A visit from Grandma and Grandpa. A first birthday. A first birthday party. A visit from Uncle Raymond. A community yard sale (under sunny skies). A baby waking up three times a night with four poky teeth fighting their way through. More editing projects than there are nap and nighttime hours. And one very tired mama.

Light. Tunnel. End of. With party planning and yard sale planning behind us now I feel like I can finally take a deep breath. And a look around. And another deep breath. And some quiet time to drink in my little one year old. My graceful, small, running, beaming, full heart-bright eyes one year old.