Mia and Abe were bent over squatting at the base of a tree. Mia said, “This is the smallest one I’ve found.”

They’ve moved on from snails to rollie-pollies. As Mia observed the tiny rollie-pollie in her hand, a breeze blew through the trees knocking little yellow flowers down from their cascading branches. “Mia, there are little flowers in your hair.” I told her.

She was too captivated by the rollie-pollie to notice. She watched as it crawled quickly all over her hand. “It’s so fast.” she said as she tried to keep it there.

I went inside to grab my journal and sat down to write on the steps outside our door. Mia came over with her plastic container, an indoor rollie-pollie garden with a new addition. Abe trailed behind her. We sat together on the steps, Abe perched up on the stair railing. “Mom, guess what I learned?” Mia said. “The babies are the fastest.”

Yes, they are. They grow fast, and they move fast, and my head is often spinning trying to keep track of all the new information of all three of them. Yesterday, I was shocked to discover that Abe no longer likes hummus! One of the few foods I could count on. The one I knew he loved. Before he could walk, he was devouring hummus like a hungry puppy dunking his head in the container to lick it all up. I have pictures and videos documenting his hummus love affair. And now it’s over, just like that. I feel offended on behalf of the hummus.

And, of course, it’s not just Abe who’s growing out of things and into new things. These days, my daughter, Alana never wants to come out of her room. And Mia is constantly taking over the kitchen and using the stove and oven without any supervision. All of a sudden, she knows what she’s doing in there. And both girls have spontaneously grown out of their clothes and shoes. I gave Alana a pair of my shoes two days ago because not one of her shoes fit. I know it doesn’t happen over night but sometimes it feels like it.

And I’m not complaining (okay, maybe a little) but I do love this season. It’s spring! The babies are growing along with the plants. That’s natures plan. And sometimes, maybe I feel a little left out. I no longer grow in a way that is physically measured. There are subtle changes like more gray hairs and wrinkles, and more candles on the birthday cake. I do have a new love for pineapple, but that might just be a spring/summer fling. Anyway, what I mean to say is my growth feels slower, almost unnoticeable. How I grow now-a-days is more of an emotional, mental, or spiritual growth. And I’m guilty of reverting to past ways of being like I’m trying to cling on to something from my youth. It’s hard to see or remember the growth that has occurred, even if I’ve written it down.

In short, I agree with Mia’s observation. The babies are the fastest. I try to watch them and notice all the changes, but sometimes it’s hard for this slow poke to keep up. That’s why I grab my journal, so I can write it all down.



Yesterday, I made a healthy version of blueberry oat bars with no sugar and smashed bananas. On the floor beside the oven, I sat and read from State of Wonder by Anne Patchett as the top layer of oat crumble browned. Breakfast cooled on top of the stove, and I grabbed a blanket to wrap myself in and met my husband outside. He had previously asked me if I wanted to sit outside with him. I said yes, but I was waiting on the oat bars.

I sat beside Mark on the yellow bench on our balcony-patio. Our balcony is raised just a little above ground level.  I asked Mark if he noticed all the white flowers around us.  There are so many little white flowers on our star jasmine plants. We have two, one on each side of the bench. They grow long vines that I like to manipulate. I twist and turn them and pull them through the bamboo screen and iron fence behind our bench. We bought the plants to help create privacy but they didn’t grow fast enough. So Mark bought a bamboo screen that rolled out like a carpet. Mark fastened the screen to the iron fence people passing by could easily peer in through. We aren’t supposed to fasten anything to the fence. I knew our HOA wouldn’t be pleased and shared my concern with Mark. So he cut off the plastic zip-ties and used hot glue instead. Now, it would appear as though the bamboo were just resting against it. The HOA is quiet for now but I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting a notice sometime in the future.

Anyway, there we sat with the star jasmine twirling behind our backs as we talked about private things. And afterwards, we went inside to eat warm blueberry oat bars that were more like a cobbler. I drizzled a little maple syrup over each serving and gave everyone a fork to eat them with. They were delicious, we all agreed. Well, aside from Abe, our 3-almost-4-year-old, wouldn’t take one bite. He’s in that picky-eater phase. It’s hard to get him to eat anything other than cheese puffs and popsicles. And of course, I blame myself. I’ve let the kids get away with eating too much junk food and sweets, watching too much television/YouTube (I’m guilty too), and playing video games for hours every day. And still, I have had very little privacy. It’s just a phase, I remind myself. It’s just a phase.



new light

He changed

like that droopy plant I moved.

After a few minutes of new light,

it stood tall.

It’s been one week since we moved our son into a new room with his big sisters. He’s been sharing a room with mom and dad for long enough.  Abe is a few months shy of turning 4, and this week we hit a milestone. It’s hard for me to describe all of the ways, but I’ve notice a big change in him: his language, the way he interacts with us, and the way he plays. He’s less baby and more kid. I think the quarantine, and his sisters and daddy being home more, also has a lot to do with the changes. And it’s just part of the process, right? He’s growing up.

One of the biggest changes this week, other than his new room, is that he’s been less attached to me throughout the day. He’s usually right by my side, and now I can go about my business without my little shadow constantly following me around. It is so weird, but also so nice! For example, I was able to do an entire 45 minute workout video today with minimal interruption. That never happens!  I’m so excited about this transition for the both of us. I feel am grateful to have the opportunity to watch my children grow every day.

On that note, I also love watching my plants grow! I spent too much time today just staring at my plants. I love noticing all of the subtle changes. I also did a little research on some of them to find the perfect spot for them to flourish.

My son is in the right spot for now, and he’s growing beautifully, as well as some of the plants. I’m not an expert on plants, or children, but I try my best.

Anyway, this is where the poem came from. I wanted to write it down so I wouldn’t forget.

Thank you for reading.

Until next time,