Spring Training

 With blue skies and t-ball on the brain, Cam set about teaching Clementine the basics of batting and catching.

Which she took ever so seriously, as you can tell. 

 But she did get the hang of it...

 ...sort of.

 Then, as Dutchy and I watched, they  moved on to catching. There was a whole lot of giggling and goofing around from one player in particular.

But she did get the hang of catching and even better, at throwing. Watch out for this future outfielder.

A (short) Walk in the Woods

 

Last weekend, we decided to brave the frosty weather while it stayed dry. Maybe it was the documentary we showed Clem about the world of insects, or maybe we just needed to shake off the germs three of the four members of our household have been fighting off since November (seriously, four months; the only reasonable explanation is that they have the plague). Anyhow, we HAD to get out of the house, if only for a little while.

We hit up one of our favorite spots for walking and playing: Whatcom Falls!

Future Entomologist, Clementine brought her magnifying glass along on our walk so that she may compare her findings to those of the documentary we had watched earlier that day (did you know that snails MAKE OUT with each other?? Disgusting but true). 

Dr. Clementine found little evidence of mating snails, but she did note lots of "chippy" wood.

 

Here was my view with Dutch in the Moby and my beloved up ahead with our girl.

I love it when Dutch photobombs my pictures!

We had a lovely walk over the falls, down and around through the trees and back up again next to the swiftly moving river. We so needed to clear our lungs and wipe some of that cooped up energy off each one of us.

Mama's Boy

 

See that gorgeous boy right there? He's mine. And in case ya forget, he'll remind you.

 

 

 

 From time to time, Sasquatch Daddy will do. But there are strict rules to adhere to: there must be rough housing and/or tickling. Playing cars is also an acceptable distraction.  And Daddy acceptance lasts for mere seconds.

 

 

 

But rest, comfort, snuggles, reassurance? That only comes from one person: Mama.

 

 

Through and through, this is Mama's Boy.

 

(And I eat up every minute of it.)



Why I love age 5

 Among the chaos of our days, this girl gives me some real gems. I love age 5 for all it's goofiness, wit and totally unexpected surprises.
Here are some of her latest:
"Mama, I love you bigger than Target." (Not sure if she's talking about my ranking in order of me vs. Target or the actual volume of the store.)

 Twice in the last week, we have been stuck in situations where couples are making out. While at the grocery store last week, I let Clem sit in the front seat with me while I nursed Dutch. In front of us was an incredibly passionate couple (ahem). "BOY! They are REALLY in love with each other! Do you think their lips are tired?"

 One day she was taking my picture and she said "Smile pretty mama!" and I gave her  my best grin. She put the camera down and said "I think you could try a little harder, mom."

Recently she has discovered my stache of classroom books out in the garage. (Yes, they've been out there for 5 years, so what??? *wink*) She found a book on Frida Kahlo and has read it several times in the last few days. I also showed her some of Frida's art online. Clementine has decided that instead of being an animal doctor, she'd like to be a "hairy artist." True story.

Family Portrait: A Series by Clementine

 Clementine has been working on a series of portraits. Each is  unique yet each consists of those she loves so dearly.
Above,  she and I encased in our own hearts. I am the one, not with antlers mind you, but with DOUBLE queen crowns. That's how I roll.  (She copied "I Mommy" from a book, forgetting the heart between them.) She has one crown as she is princess.

 Here we are again. This time we are holding hands in the heart. Or possibly at McDonald's, standing  underneath the golden arches.

 And here's the whole clan; avante garde style. Cam's rocking the turquoise facial and spiky hair while I have gone with a green bob for the day Clem's hair is orange while Dutch is completely bald.

 Here' s the whole clan again, as robots. Cam and I are holding robot Dutchy in the carrier between us.

And one more time, the whole family standing under a rainbow. This time, Cam is doing an impression of a giraffe while Clementine holds the carrier with Dutch inside.

I hope our little family continues to be captured in Clementine's own unique artistic style. It's her way of telling us how much family means to her; and I hope it always does.

Painting Date

 Clem and I had a little much needed girl time this weekend. No fussy babies to draw my attention away. No sleepy daddy to tell us to hurry up, let's head back home. Just me and my imaginative, extremely talkative little bug. It was perfect.

 OF COURSE she decided to paint a puppy as these days, everything is puppy related somehow. "I found coins mama! I can save it for a puppy!"
As she painted, she created an entire backstory for this pup. The details got more and more creative.

 We decided to take a little paint break and chatted some more over berry tea and a shared scone with cream.

And then, right back to work. Her puppy ended up rainbow colored with turquoise polka-dots. Before bed tonight, she told me she missed her puppy (as it is still at the pottery store, waiting to be fired) and that our date was the best part of her whole weekend. XO

Around Here

I wish I could say these never ending holed up Winter afternoons looked more like this:

smiley, happy baby.

Smiley, happy preschooler.

 Folded hands

and (CHUBBY!) still little baby feet.

 

 

But in reality, the noise is deafening. There's a lot less quiet time and way more "Crawl under me! I'm a bridge!"

A LOT more Dutch shaped blurs whizzing past.

And this. Always this face. By 4:00, this is the face staring back at me. "What can I do mama??" all pent up energy and few places to spend it.