Oh Hey, Let's Ride Ponies

This is a post about the day my girls' dreams came true. Look, you can see it in her eyes.

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Really though. REAL pony rides!! Portola Farms and Jan Pearce Training in Woodside invited the girls to come for a ride on their gorgeous pony and were met with a thrilled "how soon can we come?" These aren't the sort of offers we would refuse around here. We snagged the car from my husband for the day, and took a drive down to Woodside.

I kept the whole thing a secret from my children, and when we pulled up they squealed, "I SEE HORSIES!" ... This is the stuff, folks. Seeing your children elated is one of the most heartwarming things possible. Seriously. 

We went into the barn and gazed at the horses in their stalls before we were lead to the pony they would ride. Her name is Sweet Pea and she's the most magical animal they've ever seen. "She's so beautiful," said my wide-eyed two-year-old. They were fitted for helmets, and Sophie sweetly {or nervously?} said Maggie can go first. Maggie was thrilled and off she went... ps. Pardon the explosion of pictures, but when your children ride ponies, it's absolutely necessary. 

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Maggie kept saying "good job!" rather than "whoa," and patting her was her favorite part.  

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You know that smile you see on your child that means they're too happy to do anything but manage a delighted little giggle? This is that. It's a mix of pride and nerves and excitement and joy. It's the BEST, that's what it is. 

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I'm thinking we'll make this a regular summer trip. The excitement and chatter Brian heard when the girls were home and telling him about their experience made us want to get them back as soon as we can! 

Much thanks to Esther, Portola Farms & Jan Pearce Training for the most amazing day!! Get your kiddos {or yourself!!} out there asap! xoxox.

Laundry

Today I was doing laundry again, and it seemed I had enough thoughts whirling in my head that I needed to write a post devoted to the subject of laundry. 

The girls were playing imagination the other day, that daddy was Mickey, Sophie was Minnie, and Maggie was Minnie Junior. and I was the cleaning lady. It cracked me up, and then made me shake my head. Children can be the most funny, frank little beings, can't they? 

Indeed, I am cleaning lady here. I honestly LOVE clean, uncluttered beautiful spaces. I try to get a moment each day where my home looks as such. Home is really such a work in progress. It's obviously not in an average budget to have walls entirely filled with perfect art in exactly as we envision, kilim rugs disguising dust particles with gorgeous dignity, or non-hand-me down furniture whose drawers open and close dreamily.

For now, I'd much rather keep our home-sweet-imperfect-home in good order, and the rest can progress over time... hence the affectionate "cleaning lady" reference by my children. I promise, I play with them too. 

This post was to be about laundry, so let me get back to that. Tonight I was moving a load of laundry from the washer to the dryer, thinking grr, I would rather have had my feet up on the coffee table, snacking on a donut. I thought again, and shifted thinking toward how thankful I was for that moment. Doing laundry, yes.

About a million years ago, aka in 2005, we went on a trip to Kenya {where I left bits of my heart behind}. While there, I was chatting with some local girls a few years younger than me about laundry. They were teaching me to wash my laundry effectively with a bucket and a bar of soap. They asked about the machines they'd heard we use for our laundry. "Why?" they asked, "...why would you use a machine when doing laundry is so easy?" They asked this as they were using their full arm strength to wash article after article for the house, that they would later hang with those same arms to dry in the hot sun. Contentedly doing their laundry, sweetly working their hardest.

The question the girls asked was met with a pause and an embarrassed "I don't know."

What did I not know?

I didn't know how to explain to them how sometimes I like to complain about tossing a load of clothing into a washer that does ALL THE WORK for me. I didn't know how to explain that around here, we need to do load after load after load every week, because we have so many clothes at our disposal. 

In the moment I felt like complaining, I got a glimpse of perspective. Of gratitude. 

Sooo bring it, markers on sheets. Bring it, dirty handprints on clean dishtowels. Bring it, spilled milk.

I have no room to complain. ;)

Happy July!

Too many pictures have been taken and remained un-posted, and July 4th has come and gone too quickly. To summarize one of our favorite weekends of the whole year, here are some pictures. Basically we just wear all variations of red white and blue for a few days, and escape the marine layer of fog in SF for sunshine in pretty towns south and north. Friends, family, grilling, ahhhh... I would take a repeat of this kind of fun any week. ;) 

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Annnnd this one is my absolute favorite. Sophie was LOVING the pool toss... I mean, to be 5 again, right? The B&W was accidental, but I kind of think it makes the picture perfectly artsy. HA. 

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xoxo, 

Kate

ps. Get your blueberries from Whole Foods this year! They're top on the scale of delicious.