One of the things I remember loving the most when I was a more regular blogger was the constant reminder I had of how good life is. I consider myself an optimist in general, but I am also a "feel-the-need-to-always-try-to-do-things-better" person. Wanting to improve is certainly a good thing, but it can also lend itself to focusing on all the areas that we are falling short in and being disappointed when obvious strides are not made in a better direction. I don't want to waste my life away waiting for the "perfect" tomorrow and miss out on the countless perfect moments I am lucky enough to enjoy everyday.
A couple of days ago I enjoyed one especially perfect afternoon with my girls playing hopscotch. We had been playing on the school playground the day previous when I had pointed out to Ruby the hopscotch markings that were painted on the asphalt. I was surprised to discover that she did not know what hopscotch was. Hopscotch was always a favorite of mine and I couldn't believe I had been so delinquent in passing on this beloved pastime. I decided I would remedy that oversight the next day, and I did.
Do you know how much fun it is to teach someone how to play hopscotch for the first time? A lot--especially when their name is Ruby. She was thrilled to learn it and with her knack for hopping on one foot picked it up like a pro.
In typical Ruby fashion it didn't take much time at all before she became the "expert" teaching and giving me tips on how to throw the rock into the right square the first time.
Harlow started out as an adoring spectator and fan...
but soon found her way into the mix of things as well.
That didn't slow Ruby down, one bit.
I think she pretty much thinks this is the best game ever.
Harlow enjoyed the hopscotch too, but I think more for chalk eating drawing she got to do.
There is so much to love about this girl. I was impressed how easily to maneuvered up and down our very sloped driveway without missing a beat. You'd never know she was "new" walker.
Ahhh..much better.
The weather was perfectly overcast too. I love overcast weather so much that I think sometimes I belong in Seattle....my hair I'm sure would disagree.
Did I mention what a perfect afternoon it was? I think Ruby would agree.
I love her scrunchy face look. Her messy hair still showing the greasy remnants of the Eucirin she smeared all over her face and head the night before. This is the best we could do after 3-4 hair washing.
This is the look Harlow gives when I ask her if she hears the birds singing? It's her, "oh wait...i know this one" look. It's the cutest.
Harlow is such a curious inquisitive little thing. She is super observant...just soaking it all in.
I recently read that moms should take as many selfies as they can with their kids because pictures are how kids remember their childhood. I am not really a selfie kinda of girl, but I want my kids to know I was there, so posterity trumps vanity here. (Wow--that is a bad picture of me. I must really love my kids, hopefully they wont remember me as the 300 lb woman this pictures makes me look like.)
Yep, I'm one lucky mom.
1 comment:
Yes, you are a lucky mom even on the days you don't feel so lucky.
I wish I would have remembered about hopscotch when I was there--it would have been fun. Love the pictures.
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