the best day in many days

Today was very full but very satisfying. I was able to forget we were moving and focus on the moment. Despite having a sick fevery boy, I got to get on my bike (after wiping the inch of dust off, hm). Since I have been running the past few weeks, biking felt tremendously good. Normally, I am huffing, mentally beating myself up, and turning back at the first real hill. Today, I felt like I was flying and it was so relaxing to be out riding alone, focused only on how nice the river was, how perfect the wind was, and how I felt taking each hill. Lately the focus has not been about how fast or hard I seem to be running/biking, but my own personal goal setting and breaking. That is so much more satisfying and, ultimately, I perform better.

Later, I ran errands, which normally are less than joyful. And some were not all that fun – give up a little blood, off to discuss ‘issues’ at the sweeper store where I got my new vacuum, return an item elsewhere. But deciding to look at mud kitchen supplies was rather uplifting and exciting. I found some sweet scores at the local Goodwill and, perhaps feeling nice toward me because of the blood donation bandage I was sporting, the clerk made the deals even better with some extra discounts. Wonderful!

We have been admiring the mud kitchens at a few blogs (here, here, and here). I told Elliott as soon as we moved we would set it up. But we are putting a lot on hold here for The Move. When we move we will: live on a farm, get chickens, build a banging wall, make a mud kitchen, get out all the toys we have packed away, get out your work table and tools, and so on. And with many things likely to remain in boxes while we face a possible year in an apartment, I felt tired of saying “when we move”. Plus, I got to enjoy myself finding these treasures and seeing the delight in little boy’s faces.
But the best treasure and surprise for my boys was a little wooden pink table. It was marked $9.99, but the senior discount knocked it down to $7. Elliott has been saving free paint samples we got online – a buttery yellow he picked out – to paint an item all his own. Again, this was something I kept saying we would do soon, once we moved, once we found the right piece of furniture.

When I arrived home, Oliver was in a funk, so I allowed him to dig right in to the giant bag of pots, utensils, and baskets. He was delighted and immediately set to transporting some items right to the mud kitchen. His delight makes me so tickled inside.

 

Elliott jumped in too, forming an attachment to the beeswax pot I got. (Finally, a dedicated pot to melting wax and candle making, which was Elliott’s idea after a visit to Conner Prairie.) He also wanted to organize the shelves and remove stickers to get them ready. It was hard to convince him that tomorrow he would feel more like painting shelves and dipping candles. He was ready to set to work today, fever and all.

 

To put the icing on the cake of a day, my food processor and immersion blender arrived early. Whipped cream for our fruit at dinner and cracker making in the near future made for a very satisfying end to the day. And a little boy’s delight in the packaging was just fantastic.

Now, off to a glass of wine and playing Ticket to Ride with Mike!

my treasures

So a request came in to see some of my sweet finds from my trip. Please remember, antique and junk shopping is all in the eye of the beholder!

                  

 

(boots for Elliott, shoes for Elliott to grow into, apron, Lake Michigan super-smooth rocks and wood, uber monkeys, alpaca yarn, napkins, necklaces to become beads for bead stringing, Oliver’s wool blanket, tag showing it was made in Piqua, Ohio!, oil cloth and kimono fabric, bells, my bracelet)

 

The only item I could not photograph is Santa’s red wooden rocking fire truck for Oliver. We immediately stashed that in the garage, covered with a giant sheet. Uh, Santa hid it, I mean.

I was tempted by many things on this trip… but our house is only so big and, really, we need nothing. Mike is lucky I resisted and did not arrive home with a few living room chairs, a retro dining set, and a few sweet lamps. My choices were often tempered by finances. I only broke down and purchased the apron and bracelet for myself since they were so cheap! See, the rest I could justify since it was for someone else! I love how that logic works. Everything felt like a splurge – a little nice and a little guilt.

dandelions for mama

Now that big E is old enough, he is asked to think about what I would like for birthday/Christmas/Mother’s Day. Today he outdid himself and he was proud of it. After a bit of sleeping in, I was awakened to a bag with a “dandelion dress”. He told Daddy he wanted ‘a beautiful outfit’ for this gift. According to the story, at the store, he kept proclaiming everything ‘gorgeous’ and ‘beautiful’. As he insisted I try it on right then, I was worried about the fit. Since baby #2 nothing fits in the waist, the chest, well anywhere. And if by some chance it does, I cannot nurse in it.

The result, which I will not totally show here, not only fits but, made my tummy look smaller (always good these days), is a color I like, AND I can nurse in it! No dress I own allows me to nurse.

The morning was complete with flowers to enjoy, flowers to plant, a hand-drawn card, and my current favorite coffee.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, and a magic wand. What would Mother’s Day be without a magic wand?

 

We are now enjoying the birds feasting at our feeders, including a blue jay. I hope your Mother’s Day is equally satisfying. Happy Mother’s Day to my mama, and all the other wonderful mamas I know!