Here are some warm, glowing pictures from last Sunday, which I've been meaning to write about all week long and simply haven't:
This pandemic is strange for so many reasons, but a few new ways it feels strange is all the growing that we've done behind our closed doors. We grew an entirely new person and no one has really met her or even seen her. The clothes my children wore at the beginning of the pandemic have grown too small. Zoë's dresses have become scandalously short, while Benjamin's pant cuffs long ago bid his ankles farewell. I obviously need to switch out Zoë's wardrobe, and have plenty of hand-me-downs for such purposes, but Benjamin is another story. To get him re-outfitted I'd have to go shopping (gross).
So we'll just wait until the spring (we're almost there, folks!) and turn all his pants into shorts. That should buy us a few more months before we have to actually go shopping.
We went to the park the other day, which I should post pictures of as well, and Alexander told me that he no longer likes the masks I made for him at the beginning of the pandemic—the cute little masks with the teddy bears and alphabet letters. He thinks they're too babyish for him.
He was two years old when he picked out the fabric from our stash.
He's since doubled his age, so I guess his choices were rather infantile.
And now we have a new baby and no one has met her.
And my heart feels heavy because I'm tired of avoiding places and I'm tired of picking out fabric for masks (though we're highly dependent on N-95s at the moment, anyway) and I'm tired of being alone.
But also, my heart is bursting because...my babies are beautiful and my children are delightful.
Zoë wants to be a babysitter when she grows up. That was the grand plan she came up with when we took a few minutes to write about what we wanted to be. We got her a set of Babysitter Club graphic novels for Christmas. I wonder if that helped inspire her choice, but I don't care either way. I'm kind of happy to have a child who likes babies so much. I also always loved, loved, loved babies. Borrowing babies was my favourite activity. And all I wanted to be when I grew up was a mom (though now that I'm a mom I know that I need other things in life, too) and I think that's a fine aspiration.
So it's no surprise that it's here. Though he doesn't know when he'll be getting it.
We don't always do big gifts on Valentine's Day, but sometimes we do. Especially when we're two years into a global pandemic and I feel like we need to be doing a little something extra to support our children's growth and hobbies and overall well-being.
Here's sweet Alexander, who was so happy he had his owl mask Auntie K sent him in his pocket rather than the babyish bears and alphabet one I made him, not that he needed a mask this particular day. We went to the park for a little picnic and Alexander was thrilled to spot this grey heron: