The Thing About Ordinary

Sweet babyness, playing beautiful inexplicable games in her own small way. Reminding me how little I can ever know what goes on in their precious heads with the new words that try so hard to explain it.

Such a fuzzy feeling seeing her wrap the doll I made her for her first birthday in the blanket I made for her before she was born... She sings her babies to sleep beautifully.


How big she is!

Super-grown up Jenna, too. How fast, how it simply flies by, leaving me grieving and rejoicing all rolled up together. This conciousness of time and how much it is giving us and stealing from us is such a universal mother-song.

Snippets of mama's journal art.


(Not the best of photographs today!)

A view of the toy shelves.

Outdoor pixie-ness.

Jenna at her books.

We are done with the Indus Valley (Harrappan Civilisation) already. The Indian story of the Hunter and the Quail here: Together they are strong, apart they are supper! She has so loved the Story of the World so far, and I am learning so much. I honestly didn't know until this week where on earth Babylon was. *blushes*

Friends round for tea and play - dressing up in the messiest room of the house, and doing interesting stunts on the stairs (eek).



The thing about Ordinary is there is such a lot of feeling, doing, and being packed into it.