Squirt + Camera

Exploring

Squirt humored me. I wanted to go for a walk. And take pictures. So she let me.

It was a lovely afternoon. A bit chilly, but nothing that bright sunshine couldn't fix. We stepped off the beaten path and explored within the woody area of the trails near our house. She was drawn in by the wildflowers.

And the twirling...

After which we walked some more, getting caught on the thorns of blackberry bushes as we went.

We heard frogs croaking and trees creaking in the breeze. Then we headed home, and continued our non-adventurous life as normal. The excursion lasted about twenty minutes, but it felt like quite an escape. It's amazing what a little bit of green can do for your day. {We love Oregon!}

Dirt is therapeutic

I'm finally feeling hope that we will have a garden. The community garden plots we were assigned are in a fantastic sunny location. It's almost perfect, except that the gardener who had the plots last year (or sometime before that) planted a bunch of mint. I love fresh mint. I crush the leaves and add them to a hot bath, garnish a pretty dessert, make a ginormous batch of tabbouleh, or just run my hands through it and smell the awesomeness. But I don't like growing mint.

The stuff is evil.

It hides behind a disguise of attractive leaves and alluring scent just to spread mercilessly throughout whatever ground space is available. The entire garden plot is a giant mess of massive root systems entangled around one another. Then, the person of last season decided to mulch over the whole thing.

Mulch = good

Not pulling any weeds before mulching = bad

I know the trick though, in Utah I'd do the very same thing. It was such a dry climate that if I cut off the weeds' chance of seeing daylight they'd croak and be easier to pull. Not so here. There is enough moisture and the soil is fertile enough that when Spring arrived I found a massive field of healthy weeds with enormous roots buried under a compressed and saturated mass of leaves. Ick. At least the ground is soft and they are pulled out much more easily than I expected.

I didn't take a before picture, but this is after 3 days of pulling weeds & aerating the leaf mulch, 5 bags of yard debris to the garbage, and trying to barely stay positive about this whole deal.

Honestly, it doesn't look bad there - even to me. I do cry a little over the patches of grass thick enough to be mistaken for the adjacent lawn, but through the mud I see possibility.

And here's where it's at today.

I finally got it to where something can go in the ground, using nothing but a small hand trowel, spade, and my own massive strength. It's almost impossible to tell but there are 7 plants in there now, with more to come soon. I can't believe it's actually plantable! Every time I've walked by it there were another fifty thousand weeds to pull and now all of the sudden with the sun comes possibility.

Every single thing going in the ground was started from seed, so my fingers are crossed for a good outcome! No matter what, it's been so freeing to be able to dig in the dirt and pretend I can make a space a little bit better with my effort. I can picture the kids helping me harvest the produce and my heart runs amok at the adorableness of it all. Let's just hope I don't kill everything.

Morning

For as long as I can remember, I've been a morning person. It could be because my parents are morning people and therefore as a child I had no other option, but I really do just think it's how I'm wired. Sleeping in counts as 7:30 and if I'm still in bed at 8 I'm either sick or trying really hard to not feel I've completely wasted the morning.

For the last two Mondays, I've walked Aeryn to school. Normally she rides a bus that picks her up about 50 feet from our apartment door, but for the next couple weeks she's in a bike safety class at school. She leaves her bike there during the week and then we bring it home on Fridays so she's got it for the weekend. She rides, I walk, which means most of the journey looks something like this: (that is if I can see her at all as she rides quite far ahead of me)

She loves this. Eugene is the perfect place for a kid who likes to ride their bike. There are trails all around and the weather is pretty much amazing. 

Much to her dismay I don't let her undergo this trip alone, as I'm still a bit paranoid about one of the busy streets she has to cross. She isn't really concerned with staying where she can see me, but I can count on her to stop every time she comes to a fork in the road or street to cross, just to ask me for sure which way we're going. 

Have you seen these outdoor elliptical bikes? I'm pretty much in love. With the bike that is, not exactly the price tag. They seem to be surfacing everywhere we go now. This morning we passed 3 of them - and I struggled the entire time they were in view to not covet.

After getting Aeryn close enough to the school that she could continue on by herself, I headed home. The sunshine was bright and cheerful and there were countless birds gracing the morning with their song. I can't help but continue to be completely enamored with this place. It's like a part of me has always belonged here and just didn't know it. I sat under a tree and played my "with friends" games while the hurried cyclists, dog walkers, and other morning people passed on by.

It's so lovely.

Welcome, Monday. You've brought with you such a glorious morning. 

What a day

What a full, magnificent, and completely exhausting day. I mean it.

First thing this morning, Aeryn found these cute little caterpillars on Pinterest. The girl is a little obsessed with Pinterest and I have only myself to blame. She still doesn't understand why I won't let her set up her own account. I suppose it could be helpful when gift-giving Holidays roll around to see what she's interested in, but I doubt even their servers have enough space to store all the cute puppy pictures that she'd pin. The thing about the caterpillars is that it's not a new idea, it just made her think of it. We pulled out our bag of pom-poms and found that ironically this is the exact project suggested on the back of the package. It doesn't matter if it's a new idea or not, she had a blast and it was really nice to be able to indulge her in something she saw online and decided to do all by herself.

Jim was at school most of the day so it was just us girls for the bulk of the day. It went something like this:

Browse Pinterest with Aeryn looking over my shoulder
Make caterpillars

Snow White puzzle

Second breakfast

Aeryn burning her hand on the toaster oven heating element

75 or so Connect Four games

One My Little Pony episode on Netflix

Aeryn riding her bike while I ran down by the river

Shower (me)

Just Dance 3 (her)

World map puzzle

Playing outside 

Washing dishes

Putting burn gel on hand - again

Bake bread

Jim comes home (YAY!!)

Hang out at park with awesome neighbors

Eat hot baked bread with melty butter

Head to Hayward Field for UO Twilight track meet

Freeze solid thinking "It's May, what do you mean I need a parka still?"

Get Aeryn registered for kid's half lap run at the very last minute

Watch her joyously come in third.... from last

Freeze solid for a couple more hours of meets

Contemplate how many times we'll hear "And that is a new world record..." while living in Track Town, USA

Run into friends

Continue to endure freezing and vow to never wear flip-flops at night again

Head to eat ice cream

Home

Change into sweats and wrap up in fleece

Aeryn is the girl in the light pink t-shirt and jeans. Yes, jeans.

See? She really did it! She got a blue finishers ribbon and is so very excited about it. I think we'll have to do this again. Only next time we'll decide more than 10 minutes before the race so she can wear something a little more comfortable than jeans. Now as of this week, two of our family have been able to run on Hayward Field. I think Jim is pretty thrilled.

It's so hard to believe how quickly the day has ended. Didn't it just begin?

Awwww...

We had another date night. I love those days. This one was a little quicker than some but we made good use of the 45 minutes we had between when Aeryn left for Activity Days and I headed to a baby shower.

Isn't he the cutest?  We ate at a local burger joint that several friends rave about. Burgers, garlic fries, and onion rings. The food was great and the company better.

I don't know about you, but I think we are downright adorable. I'll keep us.

"Check the Box, Mom"

There was a question posted on Facebook the other day that simply asked "Why do you run?" Little did they know I've been asking myself that very question a lot lately. I've never fancied myself a runner as it's been something I've done only halfway for most of my life. Granted, I was on the track team my Sophomore year, but it was only my Sophomore year and I was half-hearted in my commitment - nothing like Adam Goucher who evidently went on to become someone in runner-land. I ran the mile in the last meet of the year - the only meet I participated in. It didn't help that I got sick and even though the mono test came back negative I was completely exhausted by 1:00 every day. Running after school was low on my list of priorities - and only happened because Celeste was great fun to talk to and we ran at the same pace.

After Aeryn was born, I had a gym membership and started going to run on a treadmill at night after she was asleep. Since she slept through the night regularly from 10 weeks on I had that freedom. But again, it felt inconvenient and didn't stick.

When I found myself divorced, I would spend the weekends that Aeryn was with her dad jogging the trails at Garden of the Gods. I bought myself a jog stroller and started trying to go even on the weekends that Aeryn was with me. I was out of shape though and it was hard, so it didn't stick.

When I moved into my parents basement I started to take advantage of their treadmill as it was in the middle of "our" living space. At one point I ran every single day because if Aeryn didn't hear me on the treadmill up the hall, she wouldn't stay in bed. This time I had motivation, so it stuck, until that phase was over and she no longer needed to hear that I was right there.

Then I bought a house, and Aeryn was with her dad for the Holidays. Not wanting to sit at home missing her, I went running. A neighbor commented on it and then I felt social pressure not to stop for I'd created an impression. Shortly after that I met a cute boy who likes to run and it was reinforced from another side. I started to run more often and push myself a little harder. I liked when a 5k was no longer hard and when my pants fit just a little bit better. But then I got crazy busy with the end of the school year, moving out of my classroom, taking a graduate course, preparing to sell my house, and getting married - so it didn't stick.

...Until we moved to Eugene and I found how lovely it was to run the trails near our apartment first thing in the morning. I loved the misty air, the dim light of early morning, and the cute little old man who would always smile and wave at me as though we were old friends. It was charming, and refreshing, and almost perfectly idyllic.

But then winter hit and I decided I didn't like the idea of running in a torrential downpour and started staying home more. Buuuuuut, I yielded to Peer Pressure (or rather a thought that it could after all be fun) and registered for a half marathon. Doing so has increased the guilt I feel when I don't run and also the joy I feel when I do something I thought was impossible. I'd say that running itself has become more pleasurable, but today sabotaged any thought of the sort. I had was a rough 9 miles and I felt like sobbing for the final mile and a half along with about three hours afterward. Fortunately I knew that my body had neither the spare energy or water to do so.  I am spent.

So why on Earth do I keep doing this? I'm not sure. I think it's just one way I can feel I'm conquering the impossible, and I get to check off a little goal box when I'm done.