rake-n-shovel

It's became a mantra around our house now that spring has come. Daniel loves being outdoors, and more than anything else, he loves to "rake and shovel." Daniel tells us of this passion hundreds of times a day. Aunt Sue is coming over? "Rake and shovel," he says, because she takes him outside to play with them. Up from his nap and ready to play? "Rake and shovel?" he implores Steve. Sometimes I hum it to the tune of "Love and Marriage." He has really good form when he rakes, too. He puts his whole body into it.


Ben almost smiled for the camera today — almost. I can't believe he's almost six weeks old. My post-partum checkup is this week. While I know the visit is going to be bittersweet, as the midwives have heard about my cancer returning, I also have a reason to be excited about it. One of the midwives is giving me a bunch of frozen breastmilk she had pumped. The story behind why she no longer needs it is very sad, involving loss no one should have to endure. So I am all the more grateful she is willing to help me this way.