Happy 11-11-11!
I pulled this out of the archives because I am going through pictures, organizing, documenting, trying to do all those things I put off doing because I never had the time. Now, I have some time. Finally!
This was taken back in 2004, when Dash was turning 1, and we lived in Ashland WI. Since this picture has a 1 in it, and Dash loves numbers and number patterns, I thought it was appropriate for 11-11-11. It was summer, which is beautiful in Ashland. I love this picture. I had two small children, Elias was only 2. That is his small head in the front of the picture. He is eyeing those berries too. I am sure it was a very difficult time, with two so small children, so close in age. But I don't remember it being hard. I don't remember franticness, lack of sleep, anger, resentment, and all the emotions that go along with motherhood. I am sure I must have felt all those things and more. But, what I remember is the good feelings. I remember how much children this small need their family, that family is central and more important than anything else in the world. All life revolves around the home. Naps, meals, diaper changes, nursing, schedules, routines, all these things happen best when close to, or inside, home. We did children's activities all day. I pushed the boys in a stroller to the library for story time. We made play-dough, we took lots of walks, we took lots of naps, the three of us were a unit. They helped me do laundry, they loved to turn on music and dance while I cooked in the kitchen. Dash learned to walk. Elias taught Dash about trains and books. I taught Elias how to use the potty (which required two weeks where we didn't leave the house/yard so we could be near a potty). There was no walking around the house to find boys sequestered in their rooms, having self-imposed "alone time", as there is now . There was no break from the constant needs of the little children. And yet, look at that beautiful cake I made! All for that sweet little baby on his special day. That cake was totally for him. The other children got cupcakes. But Dash got the whole cake placed on his tray. He had never had something so sweet and special, (besides breast milk). He loved the berries, and for years after (until this past birthday) he remembered that cake, and asked for it each birthday. He is my summer baby, so berries were in season, and they taste so good. I can't believe they are not that little anymore, and that in a blink, another 7 years will pass. I would love to go back and snuggle that little squishy baby.