a late rose with frost
I can take no credit for the roses. They were here when we moved in and I have no idea what I’m doing. And yet despite my benign neglect, they graciously bloom into December. It keeps me humble and gives me hope, reminding me that the Master Gardener is truly in charge of all the growing things under my care.
No matter how much chaos overwhelms me and everything seems to be falling apart, having a loaf of fresh homemade bread on my counter makes me feel like I can’t possibly be such a failure. Sure the living room is awash with toys, the carpets are desperate for vacuuming and the bathroom hasn’t been cleaned in more than a month, I have made bread! Being able to turn out a loaf of bread, something I couldn’t have dreamed of even five years ago, gives me confidence that eventually I’ll figure out all the other difficult skills I’ve yet to get a grip on.
Sophie is my class clown
She is more than a bit of a ham.
Her “lobster face” always cracks me up.
Who could be gloomy when this little ray of sunshine giggles her way into the room?
outtakes from the photo shoot
Sometimes the pictures that aren’t so pretty, that tell the real story behind the scenes are the best. The truth is my kids aren’t angels. They fight and bite and hit and whine and all the other things little kids do. (And you know what, I do too. Well, maybe not the biting but the rest of it, yeah.)
They cry when I want them to smile. They refuse to sit still and behave. Even during Mass.
But I wouldn’t trade them for the world. Because sometimes Ben decides to play with Anthony instead of hitting him and pushing him away.