sun on the horizon

forgive my absence, please. i've merely been obsessing over my children. child + ren = multiple kids. yes. that's us; now three. we're a wee clan at this point. (interjection: ben is working a lot, which keeps him at home. were he with us, our clan would be four. for now, 'tis we three.) we've stumbled into a routine when it comes to most daily activities. loading up into the car has it's traditions: mama carries baby, alasdair enters driver's seat with keys, door closes, alasdair inputs key into ignition while mama situates desmond, alasdair successfully inputs key and proceeds to climb into his carseat meanwhile minding not to hit sister's head on the way back, mama walks around car to alasdair's door to properly 'install' the child. both children in, mama situates herself and we're on the road. i've also figured out that leaving a door ajar, usually the front passenger door, can avoid potential panic when alasdair locks himself and sister in the car. yes, this happened. fortunately we have a hide-a-key. that's just loading up.

we have established routines for packing snacks + lunch + necessary items prior to loading up, dressing them both (and myself), unloading, shopping, eating. i like our routines. we're all aware of which "stage" we're at, how "far" we have to go. and now i know that empowering alasdair by allowing/encouraging him to get us started by putting the key in the ignition, which i do realize may not be the safest thing, makes him feel a part of it all, somehow enabling us to do anything. if that makes any sense. he digs it, and promptly gets in back without complaint. and i dig that.

alasdair will be two soon. too soon, quite possibly. and desmond, to be 7 weeks in a matter of days. the craziest part is that i look at her and think she can already eat "human" food. what?@! not for another 5+ months, i know, but after having a toddler around it feels like a babe grows so quickly.

news? of news. alasdair fell on monday. nasty zoo fall on the hard concrete. yep. i think i felt a higher degree of panic upon seeing his cut + cries than i did when i realized i was about to give birth in the truck. true story. i was terrified. all was fine and grand when alasdair ran up hill to touch a tree, and on the way back: BAM. more like 'thud,' i guess. forehead to concrete = bloody business and a crying boy. fortunately, crying, as opposed to passed out. the cut:


it was sad, sad. to say the least. and i managed, with two. yesSss... made it through the first of many...

aside from the 15+ days of continuous rain, life is good. grand. be it: wonderful. so long as the rain ceases and sun does shine as it so threatens, i believe we're in for a fantastic summer.