it's "take off ya coats" week in manhattan, hooray! well, i guess i wore a coat today, but only because i'm a wuss and it was windy. (on a scale of one to hell, wind is right up there with chalkboard screech.)
but tuesday! tuesday was stell-ar. gorgeous blue skies, sunny and warm, the air smelled amazing. not like those pear trees smell, those must not be blooming just yet. all the magnolias have gone off, it's just the time to be alive out there. i'm having the kind of week that might turn out to be THE WEEK OF MY LIFE, which is silly because nothing at all has happened this week, except that i started becoming a functioning human again. i was scribbling in my date book last night all the things i have going on and the deadlines i have to meet, and i realized, this is the easiest my schedule has been in all my life since precisely the day before i signed on with babble. juggling babble and a blog and a young baby = that made me crazy. i wanted to quit that junk for ages but couldn't justify the loss of income, until the book happened! and then i quit the babble for the book and then the book ate my face off. (but how lucky am i to have gotten my face eaten off by a book? i just want to put that out there in case anybody thinks i'm complaining, because yo.) and now that that's done, and i'm purposefully not putting anything in it's place, i just feel like my LUNGS are working! i know i've already said this but it's just continually lovely how humanely my life is treating me these days.
anyway this is about picnics. we took one on tuesday. doesn't it seem you should say "take" a picnic rather than "have" a picnic? i had my camera with me, so that happened. i always feel a little self conscious when i haul out the camera and start snapping hideous amounts of photos while we're out and about, i hate looking like 'that person.' but then i remind myself that the photo albums i make at christmas time are worth it. and they are. and also, identifying thought distortion is my new favorite hobby (mind reading! emotional reasoning! generalization!) so.... picnics!
watch out, here come some blossoms!
guys, i'm abolishing the term "selfie." from now on it's called a "photo." let's change the world!
i got to lay on this here picnic blanket for a solid hour and think of absolutely nothing at all while huck accomplished all the things on his checklist. such as....
climb a tree: check.
play tag with a group of kids sitting nearby: check.
pick a few illegal flowers before mom notices and makes him stop: double check.
and then, without any encouraging from me whatsoever, huck up and handed out his illicit daffodils to the some of the ladies around us. no joking, i'm in real trouble with this one.
not to brag, but he gave me two. i attempted to get a photo of them in my hat.
nnnnnno dice. but!
how do you solve a problem like maria?
you can hear it in your head, can't you!
p.s. on huck: shirt from hugo loves tiki, pants from zara (girl's section, you guessed it), chucks, sweatshirt
on me: hat from forever 21 two years ago / tee / jeans / past season rag & bone sandals via ebay / denim shirt from walmart seven years ago (yikes).
i found that picnic blanket at a swap meet when we were in arizona, it's a saddle blanket. but these are similar and look like fun!