David, Michele and … Piper

It’s been over a month since I last posted. My mom was with us for a lot of that time and David also took off a week to relax, so I put a lot of my “to do” list on hold and had a little mini-vacation of my own. Mostly, I just had a ton of help with Piper, took more naps than usual and chose to ignore the computer a lot, but it was relaxing nonetheless.  So I have a ton of pictures and a lot to say, but I’m not ready to devote the time to it just yet. However, I wanted to post this one picture today because it’s quick and easy and special to me.

I really like the smell of fresh air and I always loved clean sheets that had just been taken off the line when I was growing up. Laundry was one of my weekly chores and I remember trekking out to the family clothesline a lot growing up. I didn’t like the task so much, but I liked the results and I liked the feeling of completion when the laundry was done for the week. We couldn’t hang laundry on the line in the winter (which was about 9 months long, mind you), so fresh sheets from the line was a summer-only occurrence that still had that laid-back, not-in-school, free-time feeling to it, despite the chore that it was.

While my mom was here a couple of weeks ago, she helped me string up a clothesline so I can hang a few things out to dry from time to time. I don’t plan on doing ALL of our laundry out there, but there are some things that I don’t want to put in the dryer. My jeans fit in that category. They tend to shrink up on me over time and end up a little more high-water than I like them to be. To be fair, the main problem could be a thickening of the waistline from the spoonfuls of chocolate chips and peanut butter that I’m so fond of, but I like to blame the dryer.

So this morning I hung up some of our denim for the week while Pip ran around the back yard and “helped” me with the clothespins. A wave of contentment kind of took me over while we were out there. All those memories of summertime, clean clothes and sheets…  The fact that I now get to wear jeans every day without intentionally breaking dress code (I definitely pushed the limit at work)… And the fact that my clothesline now contains little clothes: little pairs of denim shorts, pants and skirts for a little human being that is part me, part David and totally Pip. Sigh.

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