When you've gotta go, you've gotta go.

Edging her way in

When she thought no one was watching, she danced along.

Too nervous to join the class outright, she slowly makes her way towards her sister. Notice how carefully she steps in time to the music. Alas, the music stops before she reaches her goal...

Mamas always know

Last night when I did my usual checks on the girls before going up to bed, I paused longer in Ellie's room. We had a powerful heatwave recently that prompted us to change to summer quilts, but cool air has come back at night. I asked Markus if he thought Ellie would be warm enough. He thought she would. A few minutes later, I asked him if he thought I shouldn't give her a warmer blanket. He said he thought she would be fine.

She was in our room at 3:45am, telling us she was too cold.

Why did I ask him twice?

I already knew.

So often, I do this. I know, but I ask, not just Hubby but others as well. I'm not sure why I don't put more faith in my intuition, but from here on, I'm going to give that a try.

Manic Monday

I awoke to the sound of something shattering.

The 4th shattered item in a week.

The carved ostrich egg Kurt had given us.

A sad accident. Buddhist non-attachment is hard when sentiment is strong.

Wildness this morning that nothing could touch.

I cooked waffles, reheated pancakes, baked chocolate cupcakes for the afternoon

And then I ate my own breakfast.

As I sat down, I realized the crazy had somehow stopped, and I enjoyed two girls coloring and singing side, happy and settled at last.

And now it is 8am.