I’ve been waking up earlier lately, drawn out of bed by the promise of a short period of solitude before Nella wakes up. I make my coffee and watch the news, the latter usually a regrettable decision, especially lately when mud-slinging politics and devastating stories such as the Aurora tragedy plague the media.

I tend to sway back and forth between periods of international awareness and current event cluelessness based on how busy I am, how tolerant I am to what I read and see and sometimes, how guilty I feel for what I don’t know. Sometimes my role as a thirty-something, family-focused mom challenges me to look far beyond my own little circle and deeply consider the decisions that are being made that affect our country and our world, the stories that are playing out in our community and the headlines that surface on the Internet, trend in Twitter and steal our focus in horrifying scenes on the morning news.

But sometimes that very same role of a thirty-something, family-focused mom is exactly what challenges me to turn it off. To walk away from the TV, to stop reading the headlines and to know that awareness and the promise of a brighter future begins with ourselves and our own families. The media’s overwhelming presence in this current generation allows for biased presentations of how good or bad the world really is. But when I’ve watched and read enough that I feel that “God, what kind of world do we live in?” dissapointment taking over, I know I need to shift gears. The best things happen when we believe in good, when we give people the benefit of the doubt, when we understand that pain and tragedy are indeed part of this world, but that they are overshadowed by the potential of the great amount of good in human kind.

I am so sorry for the families who are hurting in Aurora, Colorado. I hope that more stories of courage arise and the heroes of this event are given far more media coverage than the young man who caused it. I hope we focus not on fear and panic for what could happen but for the possibility of what will happen to our communities and our country when we properly balance our focus on what exists beyond the doors of our home with what we are doing inside them.

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Somewhat fitting, we enjoyed a family day this week. In the middle of the week, for no good reason than we felt we needed it. We chose a new beach, a quiet secluded one at a nearby state park and, for five hours, we enjoyed each others’ company with no distractions. Alright, I Instagrammed.

The tide had washed in earlier and created a shin-deep pool that made for some lovely wading.

And lots of sea life. Cockles and conch shells, two sand dollars and, get this–a sea horse. Not exactly the unicorn, spiny-back, twirly tail kind, but it was definitely of the sea horse family. A little Googling has proven it to be a pipefish.

For the record, we put our sand dollars right back where we find them–in the gulf.

Lainey and Nella are completely different in their sea critter comfort level. Lainey will hesitantly touch a starfish, come within a couple inches of a sand dollar, but she ran screaming when the conch shells surrounding her towel started flipping over and creeping toward her. Nella, on the other hand, can’t get close enough.

Sister almost kissed a crab.

Both satisfy their inquisition level as they see fit, digging sand trenches, venturing into the warm waters of the gulf, flipping twisted shells over and peeking inside for any movement.

And Mama’s just happy to be there, watching my girls write chapters in their Florida childhood books.

Retro Swimsuit, Popina Swimwear

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Friday Photo Dump:

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For fun this weekend…what are five things you are tired of and five things you are not tired of?

Tired of…uncomfortable summer heat, Moon Dough mess, the morning news, my dirty iPhone case, e-mail

Not Tired of…Instagram, kind words, fresh veggies, evening baths, Nella’s naughty word (“butt!”)

Happy Weekend…outside the home, inside the home.

I am undoubtedly affected by rain. When it comes in its figurative sense, I say find some yellow rain boots and go kick your heels in it. Literally, however, it makes me want to take a nap. And I’ve lost count of how many consecutive afternoons it’s rained now. Come 3:00, ominous clouds cluster overhead and shadow our home with complete idleness. In the last few weeks, I’ve started a couple essays, a home project, a closet overhaul, two to-do lists and a new calendar system for activities, but they all remain unfinished thanks to the weather. Any other time I would feel unsettled, but gray afternoons tend to be so forgiving of procrastination.

In our idleness this weekend, we enjoyed:

Saturday Morning Pancakes. Lainey’s kitchen independence has taken a leap. She can measure, stir and pour with no help. I also found out this weekend that she can change Nella’s diaper, take off her pajamas, redress her in a completely new outfit and do her hair in pigtails, all by herself. And Nella lets her.

The Return to Crochet. It seems very fitting with the rain. And I like the way my brain thinks–or doesn’t–while I’m lost in counting stiches.

Quiet Time. It’s like they just know. As if cued by the rain, the girls run off to find quiet things to do. Crafting and coloring, dolls and play kitchen. Or cutting up strips of paper and taping 100 of them to various hidden locations in the house. It happened.

Kitchen Help. My least favorite job happens to be Nella’s favorite–emptying the silverware basket in the dish washer. She passes utensils (sans knives, of course) one by one, waiting for us to say “thank you.”

Memory. It’s not that I let her win. It’s that age changes the way you play this game so much, I can’t compete anymore. She forgets nothing and doesn’t even try to hide her sneaky little “I’m winning” smile as she stacks match after match while I flip over the same cards every time. “You can have one of my matches,” she usually finally offers. I remember saying the same thing to my mom when we played this game almost every afternoon while my brother and sister were at school. At least I remember that.

Rainy Crafts. With a coupon, we scored this soft doll for under $5. I sewed on some yarn hair and Lainey painted her a face this afternoon. Her name is Kate. She has some bald spots. And a wonky right eye. But she fits most of our doll clothes, and Lainey loves that she “made her.”

Light Search. Weary of gray, I’ve been chasing good light this week. Opening blinds, pulling back curtains, heading outside anytime the sun sneaks a sliver.

I need light.

Endcap Dance Parties. We can’t pass a CD song sampler on an endcap in any store without Lainey stopping to push every. single. button. We have to dance to each song and only Lainey can change the buttons. Ocean Calm, Backyard Barbecue, Zen Spa, Celtic Favorites. I know them all now.

Puppets. Nella’s diggin’ puppets lately. This one was Lainey’s when she was little, and Brett does a mean puppet show with it–funny voices, dancing, believable movements that make it seem totally alive. I can’t compete, so I just cover his eyes and say “Boo.” And then the kids look at me blankly, like “not funny, try again.”

I will finish the essays soon. I will complete my home projects, finish my closet, unravel some deeper thoughts and put them into words soon. But right now, it’s raining. And unfinished seems a perfectly good place to be.

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What are you enjoying?