An odd number but fitting together better than I could have imagined. They balance each other with help and sometimes aggravation from Henry. He plays the middle guy- always. Paul is our natural leader. While Olivine is our baby.I am amazed, as we grow beyond baby stage, that these three have such a unique friendship. They converse, listen. laugh, and even comfort one another. Such a gift they are to one another.

This morning for breakfast: three mochi (rice cakes) pan fried with butter and dipped in sugar with shoyu (soy sauce).My family has made a tradition of making mochi in late December in preparation for New Year’s, where many gather together to enjoy bowls of “good luck soup.”

However it’s been years since I had a bowl. My mother brought these over recently and after cooking pancakes for little ones and hash browns for Joe, I enjoyed these treats from my childhood.

As time passes, I am learning to give thanks for memories, which connect me to my past.

With some missed plans over the last month (I got sick, then they got sick) we were overdue for some hang out time with Jessica, Mike, and Miss Fiona.They came over as naps ended- well timed.
We played a little and then headed out for late lunch/early dinner.
This is technically Joe’s cousin who I have become much closer to in the last two years so she feels like my cousin too. So much of our extended family has passed away, become estranged, or sometimes is just plain busy. But this lady has been a gift in so many ways. Can you tell by the photo that she makes me laugh? She is definitely related to Joe.I shouldn’t pass up commenting on Mike who is her husband. He is laid back and has no problem handling a crowd. My kids think he is so cool and love to climb on him. They aren’t necessarily like this with everyone. They are lovable but all this affection. It’s given out to those who are deserving.He comes close, but does not top this super dad. Who has been a bit more at ease I will admit-one week into our second car-he drives children around town. He claims it comes from the calm deep in his spirit about safety. I say that every year he gets a little wiser and a tad bit more handsome.The highlight might have been the strawberry popsiclesa little summertime teaseso cold we had to share bites.
The softness of the light at a winter sunset is so nice on the eyes
matched with all the boats.We walked over to the arcade and looked at all the flashy lights
Mike may have even put a couple quarters in this mini merry go roundand then like always; time slipped by quickly and it was time to say good night.

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

for chalkbike ridessand toys
climbingpirates
celebrating with friends who are pregnant with their third (three is a magic number)
swingsbats and balls
and lots of chillin’feels like I am not ready for break to be over yet.
But who is ever ready for all this play to end and work to begin again.

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

This little onewill steal the hearts of any boys aroundand loves to have fun.She also enjoys spinning and dancing while wearing dressesor lounging around casual with a “soft” (repeated often) new jumpsuitzipper down please.We can hardly keep up with her. Big brothers are often helping to chase after her and  papa helps wear out some of her energy. I am mostly available for snuggles and books and listening to her stories.

Twice in the last week have the boys been asked if they are the same age. Once was by the fisherman on Christmas Day who was a lot like “the dude.” Second was my doctor who diagnosed my strep throat, as they sat side by side sharing a chair.They are fairly close in height. Thanks to Grandpa Royce, they now have matching track suits to add to the mystery.

a new start for a new year

the windows are wide open and we are busy cleaning. We know that as we let go and toss out we are making way for unexpected and hidden beauty. Wishing you well on the promises each of you find in this upcoming year.