Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
It's been warm enough lately for us to plant Brixton's placenta tree. We got him a pear tree with four types of pear grafted on it. Hopefully the pears will be fruiting near his birthday in years to come.
Anya, Oma and I were all in grad school together, and now we have kids just a few months apart. Josephine was born in September, Brixton in October and Desmond in November. Here we are hanging at the local kid-friendly coffeehouse, with big kid Unity.