Sometimes this one sleeps on a little mat beside my bed, but sometimes we sleep in my bed too.
Sometimes this one sleeps with a foot in my face or a hand pulling my armpit hairs, but sometimes we snuggle peacefully.
Sometimes this one wakes up terribly early, but sometimes I lay here, not wanting to wake a sleeping baby.
And here is the thing: I allow myself to sleep in with this little one, to lay on my bed, to snuggle and stare and dream, because I know that my ever growing babe will not always sleep like this but for now, when this happens, it is indeed pretty damn blissful.
::: Wanting to feel grounded ::: Looking for a four leaf clover :::
June 1st marks five months into the year. In too many ways it feels like I just haven’t gotten shit done. One might say that I have done plenty. Another might point out that I am taking care of an elderly Grandpa and three busy children. Perhaps I should cut myself a little slack, but in the mean time, there are things that I always mean to do that just aren’t getting done.
To be clear, I am not talking about the sink full of dishes or the bathroom of grime… I am not even talking about the things I want to be experiencing with my kids or the books that go unread. Nor do I mean paperwork mountain or flagged emails that still need replies (though all these things are real). This nagging feeling does not stem from parent guilt or a fear of getting older, or any one source that I can identify.
I am thinking back to that illustration of a jar that represents the time and energy one has. If you fill the jar with sand first and then rocks, the rocks will not fit inside the jar. BUT, it you put the rocks in the jar first then the sand will fit between the cracks and all the matter can be in the jar. The point is, of course, that one should prioritize the most important things in life and let the rest of life fill in the cracks.
I am possibly really bad at following that concept. There are always duties that seem immediate, random opportunities that sound like good ideas, and so goes the day. I don’t know if I just like the distractions or find them easier to follow.
::: Watching a friend write :::
At any rate, I started the year with some ideas. While I have not made many resolutions in my adult life, I found myself making a little list as I said “good riddance” to 2014. First, I chose a one-word mantra to be my focus word of the year: present. To me, this means putting down the phone (more often), taking less photographs, letting my mind wander less and take the time to really notice what is right in front of me. And here you thought I was going to look at each day as a present.
Here are some other things that I resolved to do:
bake more cakes (because yum)
write, write, write (clears my brain)
eat more brussels sprouts (turns out they’re delicious)
potty train the toddler (I’m SO over diapers)
put down my damn phone (and notice more)
…Because life is happening whether I notice or not, and time marches on whether I’m driving or being dragged along…
I will give myself the following grades (in the order listed above): A+, C-, A, D, D-)
Okay 2015, I here you. I’m headed back to the list. Hoping that I can improve some of those scores while still maintaining my year of the cake. (I have probably bakes at least 20 desserts, most likely more.)
::: At least there has been cake., lots of cake. :::
Started out the month with another Swedish Birthday cake, only this one was chocolate. More helping means more frosting! A cardamom tea ring with our home-brewed mulled hard cider. Mother’s Day: a bundt tea ring with a simple icing and candied violets. Finally, my Dad’s birthday gave me another excuse to break out that Swedish cookbooks; this time for a sticky caramel cake.
Sorry for not a great picture of our April Fools dinner- a meatloaf frosted with mashed potatoes and served on a cake stand…with a very similar looking carrot cake for dessert.
Celebrating my Mom’s birthday outside, which is especially sweet at the beginning of April. Mini-cheesecakes with strawberries. Another baking session with the mini chef.
This cake calls for mashed potatoes and as you can see, we almost ate it took quickly to get any sort of picture. I found just enough frozen rhubarb from last season to make a quick compote and there went the cake.
A traditional Swedish meringue sponge cake from a new Swedish dessert book (so great). I know that I will be making this many many more times. My Grandpa says that his Mom made various versions of this cakes for all their birthdays.