Thankfully, it was dark-wool-grey and pouring buckets of rain. Not much sunlight peeking through cracks beside the curtain to pierce my brain, stab my head pain. I took an Imatrex, a pill I’m so glad exists. It levels me to a worst-headache-ever status instead of a carry-me-to-the-nearest-hospital pain. I wanted to lay beneath quilts with an ice pack on my forehead, but I read board books to my littlest love while big sisters were at school, then drove the minivan to the stamp store, the diaper wipe store, the dry cleaning store — all while Lucy proudly announced each arrival with fanfare fit for a circus announcer. Home, I took another Imatrex, made lunch with my eyes closed and slept for three hours with my three babes.
I can do what needs to be done to feed the children.
I should say, yesterday I gave myself a migraine. It’s my own fault. I had a food allergy test last month and it turns out I’m allergic to yeast and asparagus. Yup. This bread baker can’t eat yeast. Who cares about asparagus, a veggie we ate weekly but without a true love affair. In my eating trials, yeast gives me migraines and makes grass allergies worse. I ate so much good bread Sunday. Of course my head felt like it might explode. In so many ways, I can’t wrap my head around my yeast allergy.
I wanted to have a potluck when our addition was done, garage and master bedroom completed. I wanted to celebrate our garage as a welding studio, wood shop, and automotive zone. I wanted to have a party when our yard was entirely fenced in, landscaped and perfect. I wanted friends to hang in our yard in strong spring sunshine, kids to giggle and romp on our playground. Turns out, giggling is what’s important and all else can pause until we get there.
I had the pleasure of working with my friend, an amazing photographer as her assistant at an island wedding on Saturday. It was hard work, but I felt honored to learn from such a camera star. I had never met the bride before, and there was something amazing meeting someone [and their entire circle of close friends and family] on the most important day of their life. It was magical, stressful, busy; it was all of it. I cried at the look on her dad’s face, at the first dance, at the love surrounding them.
We had our tiny cousin Wyatt and his sweet family stay the night. They played chase, looked at books and even fed each other Cheerios. Cute.
Same squeal, same sideways smile while nearly the same age. 35 days apart, exactly. Sometimes I wish our whole family lived on the same street. Sigh.
[& to play catch-up]
Just mailed my last Christmas card. No, really.
I keep this one to-do list of things I should do when I’ve got a minute like hang a picture or check voice mail. Did the latter, and deleted so many messages from March. I figure people will find me if they really need me (or text, or call home).
I still didn’t write about Easter.
So much fun in Roche Harbor’s garden, hunting eggs in morning’s after-rain.
Lucy was drawn to the competitive aspects of the egg hunt: egg’s plethora and golden’s prize. [Who ever finds the golden and silver egg gets a huge stuffed bunny and a basket full of chocolate].
Roche Harbor hid over 1,700 eggs. They’re all hand-dyed the day before by island volunteers on a barge at dock’s end. Sometime, we’ll take part in the dye experience. For now, we’ll stick to egg salad, deviled and Scottish eggs for a week.
Easter was the morning after [THIS] party. We got home at 2:40 AM after a long, long dancing masquerade ball and an even longer walk home in five inch heels. Such a fun night, but such an early morning where the kids were bubbling with excitement. After this picture was taken, we boogied over to the dock-front resturant and ordered chili cheese fries, more coffee and lots of water. Perfect.
I still didn’t write about the island’s Circus Children’s Festival.
Free. Kids everywhere. So many local business-sponsored booths, like the Sailing Foundation’s Land Dinghy.
Familiar faces, face painting, painting on fingers.
And our favorite, the ladybug’s unlikely visit.
Slept in, fancy breakfast made by my loves and my man. Ran with the pooch.
Luke worked in the garden with our three ladies, while I had a solo kitchen dance party and made sushi with Spot Prawns he’d caught the afternoon before.
Potluck at a friend’s farm. Sunshine, kids laughing. Dad’s doing dishes, diaper’s doodie duty.
Kinda wish each day was Mama’s Day.
So much is in season right now. Copper River Salmon is filling Northwest tummies, while Ling Cod and Spot Prawn are luring my man to the waters when tide allows.