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I don't ski, I don't drink craft beer and I don't have a dog, but by golly I am a real Colorado native girl.  So now you can still believe in unicorns!  Here's my ode to motherhood, you know because all of us bloggers write like we were the first, only and last mama out there.

Mini Adventure: Curtis Park

Mini Adventure: Curtis Park

Back on June 1st, the girls and I headed downtown to the Curtis Park neighborhood for a change of scenery and to meet up with our photographer friend, George Perez, whom we met when Remy did her photography class at Red Line Art gallery last April.  (You can read about her classes here, here and here.) We met for breakfast sandwiches at Hutch and Spoon Cafe and George shared a little bit about his travels he had just been on- Istanbul, Amsterdam and Barcelona!  He is a resident artist at Red Line Art Gallery and we were very fortunate to have him tag along on our park day.  Try their egg sandwiches!  Super simple, and affordable.  We were also pleasantly welcomed with fresh new playground equipment and setup at Curtis Park!  The last time I was there was last summer actually, or when I was still pregnant anyway, and a couple moms mentioned to me the park got a facelift over fall/winter last year.  A really beautiful play space.

I am so happy George captured us in the raw.  Remy wiping Arlo's face, me buckling Arlo into her car seat, me feeding my girls.  With blogging, much of what is shared, as you know, is posed and staged and edited, but these were snapped in a natural setting and casual sort of way.  They may seem so basic, but to me they envelope a typical day for me, this time and phase of my life with these two.  The juggling, the being so busy and focused on their next move that you have to consciously tell yourself to look up an drake eye contact and connect with the man at the register, or George, or your husband.  The minutes, hours, days get swallowed up in feedings, cleanings, diaper changes, nap times, teeth brushings, picking up toys, going from one place to the next, that sometimes it takes an outsider to show you what sort of bubble you are in.   Thank you George for being so patient and quiet and sweet with my girls and for documenting our little morning.

As I mentioned above, I love having this little time capsule of this stage in time where I am juggling two babies into swings or keeping Arlo from eating wood chips while trying to prevent Remy from walking off the edge of playground equipment.  Arlo turned 10 months on the 10th and this time around I can truly say this year has went all too fast.  It's only been a few weeks since these photos were taken and although they look very much the same, they have developed leaps and bounds.  Arlo is standing and cruising furniture and crawling ALL over the house, and into everything!  She is WAY more mobile and active than Remy at this age, probably because she has a big sister to watch and keep up with.  Remy has been active too!  It's dangerous leaving our front room blinds open because if she sees the neighbor kids, we have several families with kiddos on this block, she wants to go outside and join in.  One game consists of these kids riding their bikes, using baseball bats as hockey sticks and hitting a soccer ball around the cup de sac.  Not sure what the goal is or what they aim to do, but they have been playing that game every day for the last week and Remy sits in the middle of the circle on her little bike thinking she is one them.  If we go over to her she holds out her hand, "No, no!  Stop it!  I do 'et."

From this particular day back in June, I want to remember how Remy's nose crinkled up when she tried a sip of a pear flavored Italian soda, and how she did NOT like her banana Nutella sammy, but Arlo loved it!  I even want to remember the tricky stuff, like feeding two babies and myself and trying to keep everything, wipes, water bottles, my coffee, out of arms reach.  The grind of hauling a double stroller, strapping the seats on, clicking them into car seats, chasing after them, cleaning up after them, trying not to make a disaster out of a public space...   I had to stop myself about a week ago after dinner when I said out loud to my husband, "I just wish..." I stopped myself.  He asked me what I wished.  I almost wished out loud that they were older and out of the mess-making stage.  Then a couple nights later when I was putting Arlo to bed after nursing, I held her in my arms and just soaked her in and stared at her and burned in my mind how she feels cradled in my arms and reminded myself that they won't always be small enough to have me pick them up and hold them and put them into their beds.  This time is so precious.  Then just like that, this morning Remy was snuggled in bed with us and she started to get restless and she jumped and slammed her head into mine and busted my lip.  Motherhood is this pendulum of emotions.  Oh how sweet, stay little, then BAM!  WTF!  What is wrong with you?!  That hurt!  I guess this is foreshadowing of what is to come forever as a mother, moments of endearment and closeness and love, and then a little pain and uncomfortableness and inconvenience sprinkled in there.

Thank you George for capturing my girls and I doing what we do best, breakfast and park play.

...Glo

 

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