Sophie and I went to the library together the other day and she got her first library card. I think the last time we went to a library, she was crawling still. It was surreal to hear her conversation with the woman working the desk—her confident “S-O-P-H-I-E,” when asked if she knew how to spell her name. I feel like it was just last week that we were bringing her home from the hospital as a newborn and here she is riding her bike, going to art class, and checking out a very random assortment of books on a Friday afternoon.
We have been a one-car household since 2013 with the exception of one brief, hopeful moment at the beginning of 2020 when we bought a very used Nissan Leaf because we had big plans to be all over the place between Rob’s office, Sophie’s preschool, and Pure Barre Palo Alto. We sold that car before we moved back east and have since been living the single car life, but as things open up and we drag our kids around we finally decided that we do need two cars. It’s nice and everything but the thought of making plans really stresses me out sometimes. I wonder how long we’ll be feeling the effects of COVID-related trauma—it might sound dramatic to you but I often grieve the person I was before all of this.
Gideon is still nursing and I’m in no hurry to wean him but I would love to get a tattoo and/or go on a girls trip when he’s done (maybe both).
Every season that we experience once again in Charlotte and this new house feels so incredibly magical to me. I love putting down roots, painting rooms, finding little corners for plants. An iced coffee in the playroom, watching the sun set on our back patio after the kids go down. Spring especially gives me that “I can’t believe we live here” feeling and I’m so excited to be celebrating our baby boy’s birthday this week with friends and family, here at home.
