Thought of The Week:

I WASN'T READY FOR THIS.

(I'm trying a new mode in my Friday posts, with my new early-birthday present camera has come many more photos during the week so "Life In Image" isn't feeling special, so I thought I might use the space to portray a life lesson, or a recurring thought I've been having/processing. We'll see how it goes!)

A Day In The Life of Cecilia Maree

Oh hey! Welcome to my day, I always start off with a little steamed milk,
it's the nicest way to get my day going!

Time for a snack! cannnn't..... geeeeeeeeeett... pickkkle jar... ooooopen!
(it was seriously hard to open, I couldn't budge it either)

Out to breakfast with Mumma at The Liberty Cafe (as we do on Wednesdays)
getting my little Greek Girl on with Thick Tide Mill Creamery Yogurt and fresh berries!

On to Storytime at the Peavey Memorial!

Back home again, I have an onion, and I will cut it with this plastic spoon!

Lunchtime! Quesadillas! Cheese!

Nap time (glorious, wonderful nap time)

Wall eyed, just woke up tofu snacking.

Some intense block playing!

Zoned out Sesame Street (Sesame Street can also look like
spasmic pouncing around on the couch cushions.)

Craft time! Sticker time! Decorate a folder time!

Yay!!!!! Puppa's home! And extra yay! He got the pickle jar open!!!!

Pre-bed, no diaper, jazz up, dance around, family hang out time!

And Then....

...you get floored again. Evey thing was moving along so hunky dory; functioning, washing dishes, staying positive, moving forward, joking, laughing, playing, feeling great. KABAM, hello couch, hello bed, hello bathtub, I remember you. Hello numbness, overwhelmed, fatigue, grumpy & empty, welcome back. Such is life with depression and when you lace depression with grief it is all the more powerful at wiping a soul out. So what do I do? I sleep. I retreat. I go inward. Then, 18 hours later I'm basically functioning again.

This is something I'm attempting to embrace in my life. I allow the melancholy to come in, to ravage me, and then to leave and let me be. Because for whatever reasons my chemistry and my emotional state needs the other side of happy and pleasant to properly balance it out. I'm beginning to think that rather than being overcome by this state if I were to embrace it's appearance as a friend reminding me to slow down that perhaps with time my coping mechanisms would improve. Instead of feeling like a victim to this emotional state I'll bring it on as an old friend and have tea with it.

"Oh hello depression, how are you today? Oh you're here because I've been doing too much? Ahhhhh, thank-you for the reminder, let's rest together. Go on, put your feet up! Oh do take your muddy boots off first." Or something like that and we can settle into a siesta together.

Perhaps I sound delusional, or perhaps there's something to this. Re-frame my mind around this state of being and change it from a negative into one of my truths. It's an option anyways...

Getting To The Post.

The mail goes out at 4pm in Eastport. Important thing to take into consideration when wondering at 3:10 if you can eek out one little note card during nap time before walking across Water Street. Yesterday I sat at Bank Square Pizza eating Beef Tinga Quesadilla Platter with Rice and Beans. Run, don't walk to this delicious treat! (Marilu can we have local beef tinga soon please???) While sitting at my booth and Ce asleep in her stroller I finished my last hat knitting project and got all 4 hats into the mail. You lucky recipients will soon know who you are!

I got that old life/new life crossing wires sensation sitting and working on little projects in the afternoon at a cafe. I spread out across the table and sipped on tea and picked away at each project. It was lovely. I hope you're able to carve out some productive alone time out and about in the world for yourself this week!

Favorite Moments

There are these times throughout your day that make all the chores and getting out of bed worth it. There's breakfast, filled with greek yogurt and syrup and lattes. There are the moments of getting dressed in the morning, choosing perhaps the brightest color combination of stripes available in your closet. Or when you set to work doing meal prep in the clean sink in your house. There are also the moments when you lean back on the couch, knitting project in hand, husband playing a dance tune and we all sing along while Cecilia plays and dances!

There are also the walks downtown in the sunlight where you run into a favorite friend and convince them to steal away 20 minutes in their days to share a treat or a traipse in the New 2 You. There's the quiet peace given while Cecilia watches Sesame Street. There's the cast-on and cast-off of a knitting project. Or a package arriving in the mail, one that contains the above shown red & white striped leggings.

Life in Image

"The Girl"
Dinner at El Camino
I've Begun My Raglan Sweater
Raised in A Barn
Glorious Picnic Lunch at McLellan Street.

Looks Like They Missed One Another

These are the scenes I've been watching for the last 36 hours:


Main event: Cecilia sitting on "Dadgee's" lap. Cecilia running up to Rafi's office. Cecilia calling out for her Puppa. Cecilia so happy to be reunited with her Puppa. I was surprised at how much more attached she is to him now then the previous times we've been away from him. She really missed him, and is really reattaching herself to him. I'd even say she's having a bit of anxiety around separating from him.

It's extremely sweet to see the two of them so mightily attached to one another, especially after coming off of the first 14 months where she was literally attached to my breast. I remember Raf feeling so cast aside by her actions of preferring her mother, and now the playing field has changed... reversed even! It's much more likely to be Rafi that she calls out for at night, goes to for comfort and cuddles. It is so sweetly wonderful to watch my daughter and husband have so much love for one another! I'm blessed over and over again!