Forget about thinking. These are periphery pictures. Taking on the run. A blink. A turn. My hands are so full, the moments gone so fast. Until I look in the little change pocket of my jeans when I get home. The pocket is stuffed with little treasures, cold sand and prize tickets from the arcade.
We are going to Newport for Mother’s Day. As Stephie was putting Jackson to bed tonight, he realized we were all going to be sharing a big room and began screaming with delight. Then he and Stephie burst out laughing so hard at the thought of the whole Lange family in one room!
That was the sound of our house at bedtime.
for Stephie, and our mothers, and all the incredible mothers in the world….
Love to all.
Jackson picked me up at the train yesterday. He suggested, “Maybe we should not race the train out of the station today.” It had been raining, and he said, “I don’t think my shoes have the traction I need.”
It has been a crazy spring. Summer promises alot of mud and shedding the training wheels. We will pick up the traction. Might shed the shoes, too.
Jackson is Jackson.
Albeit a skinnier version these past weeks.
Suddenly ravenous as his stomach is gets back on track.
Gratefully normalized with all bodily functions (oh all we take for granted)
His snack of choice on his new diet is hummus and rice cakes….and he is slowly turning into one.
We went fishing today. It was a beautiful spring day.
Jackson has a sidearmed cast that is pretty impressive.
He left the worms to me.
Jackson and I took Asher to his 18 month check up.
I am sure you remember yours.
There were no tootsie pops.
We took some pictures before the Dr. came in, while Asher was posing on the scale.
21 pounds.
Came back for a deep nap we all had a hard time waking up from, then lit the grill.
Tomorrow Jackson is going to Shabbat at school in the morning, his first time back in weeks.
We will all sing together.
