Wells has a little tree with felt/fabric ornaments. He likes to point to each one and announce what it is:
And when we get to this letter he emphatically says, “DUB!”
When I started getting real work done, I realized how much easier it is to write than not to write. — Fran Lebowitz (via theparisreview)
(Empire Records, anyone?)
I heard Wells stirring around 8am (his normal waking hour, and yes I know how rare that is). I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, pull my hair into a loose topknot, and prepared to go get him. BUT…by the time I had set foot outside his bedroom door, he had lay his little head down and drifted off to sleep again. Whaaaa?
I quickly, and quietly, made my way downstairs. Coffee brewed, dog let out, dog fed, Christmas trees turned on, two phone conversations had. After opening my laptop and cruising through my usual sites (Tribune, Tumblr, Weather Channel), I hopped on Amazon to do some special Christmas shopping for my little boy. Books about trains, trucks, winter, and Santa procured. Quick perusing of beanies to debate whether A) they are warm enough (midwest winters do not give any f***s when it comes to fashion), and B) I can pull it off. Pass on beanie, per usual. Pour second cup of coffee.
Since that kiddo is still sleeping, I consider whipping up a quick batch of Christmas cookies- chewy lemon ones (dude, what is with me doing so much baking lately?! so not my jam). Might be a bit optimistic on my part.
Pause because I am really kind of enjoying this brief moment of silence (though not that brief- apparently it’s been over an hour). It’s as though taking a quick slice of time just for myself is all that is needed to fill up my energy and my mind with enough gusto to face the day in a way that is sort of Mary Poppins-ish but not that saccharine.
Funny how that works. Funny how the brain of a mama functions…in ten different directions with 1,000 different tasks…but give her a few moments of calm and she can take on the world and conquer the day.
So whaddya say? Want to conquer the day with me?
Friday night with Sir Wellington Boots.
The flora and fauna of Art Basel Miami Beach.
Girlfriend looks sleek all over. And she stole my shoes.
I like this girl.
Liv Tyler in New York.
Is it just me or is Liv killing it lately?!
Black + Blue + Red all over
There is no passion to be found playing small- in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. — Nelson Mandela