Simon has been sick this week, so I haven’t been out much.  Except for that trip to the doctor’s office where Simon showed his most cooperative spirit to the doctor.

I have been trying to mark Holy Week in our lives, but we haven’t finished anything we’ve started.  I began this project that by golly we WILL finish this weekend to make an Easter Tree that I saw and loved.  But I started trying to blow some eggs hollow and my ears were popping.  I got like two eggs done.  I really want to be that Mama that makes things.  That crafty gal.  But the truth is that I am the Mama that buys it at the store and lets her kids rip it out of the package and hang it on the tree.

I have aspirations.  I can envision myself as creative.  But if I invite you over for a craft making session, perhaps you could suggest dinner instead. 

So with recovering from an ear infection, lots of half-started (half-hearted) projects and a cloudy day before me, I decided the best thing to do today would be to get outside before the storm.  I met a friend at the lake and we walked.  And we laughed at our silly toddlers.  Such good medicine.

At some point, Kyah decided she didn’t want to be in her stroller anymore.  She tried to talk Simon into a trade, but when he wouldn’t go for it, she came up with her own solution.  Could he look any more annoyed by this scenario?

Getting outside in almost any capacity does something good in my heart.  A little less frantic.  Deeper breaths.

Maybe I’ll be ready for Easter after all.