What Should Kids Do

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The other night Barry and I were sitting out in our backyard as the girls played together nearby. They had finally hit their rhythm where it’s a fine balance of Maggie bossing and Audrey being a bit goofy/wild. They were having a ball, and giving us adults a few minutes to talk without interruption, a miracle. While we watched them Barry turned to me and says, “I love this, I think they’re doing exactly what kids should be doing.”

It as so true, and it’s a fight I have internally often, asking the question about providing things to ‘do’ for my kids/playing with them/entertaining them/allowing any screen time. And while watching them play, it looked like they weren’t really doing anything, just playing and interacting with each other, but they were doing something. With their bossing and giggling, they were skill building, relationship building, and hopefully building bricks that will lay a strong foundation to carry them through life.

We’ve got lots of activities (painting, chalk, bikes, blah, blah, blah), and we’re attempting to explore the PNW this year in a more aggressive way than we have in the past few summers, but really the girls most like to play together with objects that you can’t necessarily find in a toy store. We aren’t doing much this summer, lots of trips to A-Town, lots of play time in our backyard, letting our kids do what kids should do….play.

P.S. Head over to I Carry Your Heart for a new batch of images!!

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Thursday Goodness

Most of my pictures lately are of the the time we spend in our backyard and that means that the girls often don’t have much/any clothes on. I’ve recently learned that this makes for a bit of a challenge when submitting my photo each week over at the I Carry Your Heart Blog. With that said, this week’s images are up and Audrey is over there hanging on a tree in her undies. I love it because this is pretty much EXACTLY how my children look, perhaps with a bit more dirt caked between the folds, on a day-to-day basis. I’ve had some somewhat conservative comments made about our choice to share so openly in this. To each their own, and this is who we are. Tree hanging, underwear-wearing, people. Gloriously happy.

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Chico Revisited

***I’m working on Maggie’s photo book from 2013 (don’t judge…) and came across this writing I did while we were on our road trip to Chico Hot Springs. Since I’m sentimental and a mother deep into my bones, I’m re-posting it here again.****

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Reason #346 That I love Chico Hot Springs: Those Rocking Chairs

Maggie was only 14 months old the first two times that we went to Chico and it was super hot and humid both times. Neither of us could sleep and staying in our room didn’t seem like a reasonable option because of the humidity. She was just in her diaper and I carried her in my arms around the grounds. The moon was high in the sky and Maggie’s eyes were wide open. Somehow we’d made it out front and to the row of rocking chairs on the porch. Nobody else was using them and the called to me. To us. 

As I sat down, I could feel Maggie’s body adjust to her standard rocking position – crooked into my left arm, hand on my boob. We sat there and rocked for a long, long time. She fell asleep and I stared at her in the moonlight for even longer. My daughter. My little girl.

This time around, this time at Chico, she is 3 years old and when we come across those rocking chairs it is still humid, but the sun is high in the sky. She climbs up herself and rocks back and forth all on her own. It takes me all but a minute to scoop her into my arms and tell the story of the time she was a wee baby in my arms and couldn’t sleep at Chico. 

It takes her all but a minute to slide into the rocking position – crooked in arm, hand on boob. 

We rock together and I soak it all in – her hair, her face, her long 3 year old body next to mine, sweaty hand on my chest, the squeak of the chair. I want to remember this forever. 

All too soon she pops up and slithers out of my arms and into the chair next to mine – rocking and fake sleeping all on her own. 

Reason#347 That I Love Chico Hot Springs: Moments in Those Rocking Chairs