Every day is a winding road

My poor poor blog- the mistreated stepchild in my life.   I feel almost indulgent when I post here- like I’m taking something away from one of my children,  time mostly.   Most mothers I know feel guilt over simple pleasures in life, as if they are denying their children something by taking care of themselves.   I am that mother-  no salon visits- very few new clothes that come from stores that do not sell diapers, dishwashing liquid or milk- I have taken up a curly hairdo because it allows me to airdry… my favorite accessory is my hairclip.  Basically, this blog suffers because I feel I should spend what free time I have doing something related to this huge experiement in home economics that I am undertaking.  I hope there is a learning curve.

Speaking of that home economics project- Claire turned 3 last week,  Jack is growing webbed feet from swimming so much and Spencer…. well he has entered the mobile baby stage- and “scream like Jami Lee Curtis when I am on the floor” stage-  which makes the house louder and makes everything more interesting  when it’s done with one hand…

So here’s the Garrett family.. I have photographed several families named Garrett lately and a few kids named Jett, oddly enough!   Doesn’t this baby have such a carefree boyish charm to him?  He just bounds though the day, content to be alive and exploring… no guilt in those simple pleasure found here….