Catching Up

Ever since mov­ing to San Fran­cis­co, our lives have become insane­ly busy. While Rebec­ca and I are still try­ing to find bal­ance here, Mabel has embraced and con­quered the city. At least, it seems that way. She teach­es us so much about find­ing joy in every­thing we do. That said, here are some pho­tos I’ve been mean­ing to post but have fall­en way behind on.


Do Angels Talk to you?

Dear­est Mabel-

You always man­age to know what I’m think­ing about, and share YOUR thoughts. How else could this be? Clear­ly, your spir­it is very aware of things, and per­haps you are just more in-tune than Dad­dy or I. We don’t know what we’ll do next, or where, but we are decid­ing. While chat­ting with dad­dy (via texts) all day about yards, hous­es, long com­mutes, etc, you walk up ran­dom­ly and announce, “Our house doesn’t have a yard, huh? It only has a deck. I think we should have a house with a yard and gar­den. And bees and flow­ers, and ladybugs.”

What do I say to that? You’re too young to under­stand? Sigh, my lit­tle dar­ling. You know what YOU need. So much for par­ents think­ing they know best…


Dear Mabel, I love you

Dear Mabel–

I’m sad it’s been so long since I’ve post­ed. You see? I’m busy. And I don’t want to be so busy, but I am. I hope it makes sense to all of us, some­day, why I am. I’m try­ing to fin­ish my col­lege degree…it will have tak­en me 18 years. Wow. I also do a lit­tle part-time job, to earn mon­ey to buy things so I can home­school you. When we men­tion school, you say that you don’t like the part about say­ing good-bye to Mama, it makes you sad. So, you’re here with me. Right now, you’re play­ing with your mag­net­ic dol­lies, that Grand­ma bought you. You’re so hap­py. You just fin­ished glu­ing togeth­er some papers, then cleaned it all up by your­self. Some­times you wan­der to me, while I’m on the com­put­er, and ask me to read you a book. Some­times you just want to sit on my lap. I look at pho­tos of when you were a baby, and I miss those days. Like I’ll miss these days. Dad­dy and Mama want to give you a sib­ling, but it’s not our choice, real­ly. We wish it were. We’re so glad you’re hap­py. We’re so glad you’re here with us. Dear Mabel, I love you.

eter­nal­ly your mama


More Legos

Today is Sat­ur­day, and that means Dad­dy and Mabel get to play Legos togeth­er. It’s prob­a­bly my favorite thing to do with her, and it’s always cute to walk into a room where she has orga­nized all the Legos in rows – one row of toys for her, and one row of toys for me. 

I am always hap­py to see her cre­ations and imag­i­na­tion at play. She’s quite detailed (as you can see here) and is always mak­ing fun­ny lit­tle things. My favorite in this video is the heli­copter with wheels! 


Creativity

As you can imag­ine, cre­ativ­i­ty is an impor­tant part of our lives, and we encour­age Mabel’s cre­ativ­i­ty wher­ev­er pos­si­ble. She is con­stant­ly imag­in­ing new things, mak­ing up songs and sto­ries, build­ing things with Legos (awe­some), dress­ing up, etc. It is so reward­ing for us to see her devel­op her curios­i­ty, and of course, I’m proud as any dad­dy can be. That said, I fig­ured it would be good to cap­ture some of it here.