We moved

A year ago. We moved almost a year ago into a townhouse. We had been renting at the old house for a few years and decided with the baby coming it would be best to buy something more permanent and babe friendly. Our new home is small but cozy. At times I can't help but miss having a big back yard to garden in and a clothes line to hang fresh linens on. Everything with sacrifice, right? We've decided that we'll stay in this place for a few years and then hopefully buy something bigger. Something earthier where I can maybe have chickens. This morning is a rainy one and I couldn't help but marvel at the way the light spills into this house. We are lucky to have large windows so rarely do we turn lights on.

 Emily our sweet kitty has adjusted to the new home.

I love my large window cil. I've never had much success growing plants indoors until we moved here. The window acts as a fabulous greenhouse.

My terrarium makes me happy. It's so sweet and cheery. And easy to maintain.

Happy Monday! 

Slow Sundays

Sundays. We look forward to them all week long. We don't generally make plans. Instead we let the day guide itself. One day I dream of sleeping in again on Sundays. For now we are happy to be up at 6 am with our sweet babe.

Our Sunday. 

 

Loves! 

Coming Home

A little while ago I decided to make the jump from blogger to a larger blogging platform (where I decided to pay for a monthly blogging service). I was excited about the move and ready for a more professional blog to compliment my new Etsy business. I found myself at first blogging often but after awhile my pace stalled. I just felt busy or uninspired. The last week or so I have really thought as to why I would feel this way. I enjoy blogging - although I have been a bit absent since my son was born (babies are distracting!). It finally hit me. That blog didn't suit me. It didn't have these memories and posts. It was too structured and streamlined. I felt like my photography had to be of a certain standard and my posts had to be of this unobtainable quality. After some thought I am happy to return to the blogger platform.

It feels as though I'm putting on a cozy pair of yoga pants with a cup of tea in hand.

Here's to documenting more memories. And keeping things a little less structured. 

Something New

From scratch. From the earth. From my kitchen. From my hands.

Always from my heart.

Do you ever feel a surge of creativity but have no outlet? Or perhaps many outlets but not enough time? I often think how complex this life is. My mind always wanders to the deeper more meaningful places where I wonder about the big questions such as, "why are we here, really, why am I here?" Thankfully I do find as I get older and less romantic about life it is easy to find the answers when I look at my son's face.

Ahhh, yes. Of course. This is why. 

Alright now.. come back down from your tangent.

What I'm trying to articulate is that there are so many things I want to do in this life. So many more skills to learn and experiences to drink in. The busier life gets the more I am reminded to take it slow. Make it simple. Don't over think it. When I do something I need to make it count and put my whole heart into it.

I really do think the world would be filled with so much more peace and love if we all just stopped and took some time to reconnect with our hands and create something. Not only create something but really appreciate the art of it.

Loves!

Moment

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  

 

Linking up with Mothering with Mindfulness  

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Soulemama

 

Finding our Rhythm.

Finding our rhythm. My little sweet babe is 6 months now. How our worlds have changed. We are still up all night. In bed early. And smiling the whole way through it. I love his sweet baby smell. His soft skin. His fine hair. His personality explodes more and more every day. We know what he doesn't like, what he likes - and what he loves. Right now his favorite thing in the whole world is our sweet pug Charlotte. He loves to giggle and coo at her. He's also quite into his reflection in the mirror. We moved into our own little nest last July - we bought a townhouse. It has been so lovely to sink our toes down into this home - to know we will be here for awhile. Growing, changing - life is wonderful. Not always perfect, or easy - but this life is wonderful.

And then there was him.

He. My sweet. My life. I was pregnant for.ev.er. 42 weeks and 2 days. He came via emergency cesarean (after a planned home birth) and after about 39 hours of labor (and two inductions). Oh and there was back labor. But he is here! And we love him. I love his squishy face and dimples and soft skin. His bum is adorable and I have been known to give it a pinch and nibble after he has his evening bath. He has become my entire life. Although the beginning was tricky and at times I feel in over my head - I wouldn't change a thing.

Now to get back into the swing of blogging. Here is hoping!