Seven

Seven years ago today, this baby made his way into my arms and completed our family.  He has been, every day of his life, full of joy and happiness and candor and love.  He is a melter of hearts, a holder of hands, a snuggler extraordinaire with an openness and friendliness the likes of which I have never witnessed.  He is the worst at being mean or mad or angry.  It’s simply not in his nature. 

For seven years, he’s made all of us kinder people.  Because it’s really, really hard to be nasty or angry or grumpy when you’ve got this guy around. 

I’m so grateful for you, Quinn.

When I first sat down to write this letter, I initially thought that nothing had really changed from last year when I wrote about how happy and loving and kind you are.  But then I realized that is ridiculous — we’ve adventured across Europe this past year!  We spent your 6th birthday in Italy, then visited Paris, Stuttgart, Chamonix, and Ireland.  And we took a two-week trip back to America last summer.  You are officially a pro-traveler, needing no assistance whatsoever in airports, train stations, or planes.  You know the drill, you carry your own bags, you’re basically like traveling with another adult.  You love the adventures and SO MUCH has changed.  The thing that hasn’t changed is your response to all of it.  No matter what we do or where we go, you love everything.  You’re happy to be there and see new things and learn new words and try new foods and meet new people.

You are confident in your joy, too, and you think nothing of talking to friends and strangers alike.  It never occurs to you to be embarrassed by your own enthusiasm or to hold back your feelings.  It is so fun to see you doing the things you love because you love them with your whole heart and voice and body.  Whatever it is you’re doing, you are DOING it.  With everything you’ve got.  Like playing the part of the fire in your school play about the Great Fire of London.  You were IN it.  It was awesome.

Even as you’ve grown up in so many other ways, your persistent happiness and enthusiasm for everything has not wavered even a little bit.  I hope so much that holds fast for, basically, ever.  Your genuine belief that life is good makes life good, not just for you but for everyone around you.  You make your dad and I and your brothers and your sister happy.  While writing this letter, I asked your siblings what their favorite thing about you is, and that’s what Bridget said right away — Quinn spreads happiness wherever he goes.  Let me right now just thank you for that.  Most of us need it more than we realize, and you always bring the happy.   

You love animals even more than you love people.  And you love people A LOT.  But man, put you near a dog or a cat or a horse or…a lamb…and you light right up.  It’s hard to say what’s cuter — the animal you love or your glee over having an animal around to love on.

I have to also address the elephant in the room, though, and say you also bring some toxic fumes wherever you go.  This is proof that I’ve been parenting boys for a while now, because I’m about to talk about farts, but MAN, you stink.   (This was the first thing Owen said when I asked him about you, but don’t worry, I made him think of a nice thing too!)  In a house with plenty of sources of  weird smelliness, you have earned a well-deserved reputation for delivering room-clearing whizzpoppers.  And you think that is hysterical.  I think we need to examine your diet.  Cause if you’re this stinky now, I shudder to think about your teenage years.

This past year you’ve come along at school remarkably well.  Your handwriting is better than both your brothers’.  You love math and you read beautifully.  And your teacher said you’re always helpful, volunteering to assist her in any way you can.  That makes me prouder of you than any other part of your school report; I love that you’re a helper.  In fact, that is the exact thing that Gabe immediately said he loves most about you: Quinn is always the first one to help if you need it.  That is a pretty amazing thing to be known for. 

This year you have also physically grown up so much.  You’re tall and skinny, no more baby chubbiness hanging on to let me pretend you’re still little.  Even when I try to pretend you still need me to help you out, you prove me wrong.  Like when we ran a 5K last fall and I told your dad I’d hang back and run with you since you’d be slow.  And then I spent 3.2 miles trying to keep up and finally realizing I would not be able to, and then watching from 200 yards back as you sprinted across the finish line having completed the 5K in under 30 minutes. 

Or when we went skiing in January and after two days of lessons, I watched as you whizzed past me on your way down the mountain, turns and stops under control and pure joy on your face.

Or when we go to the barn for riding and you muck out stalls, snuggle and hug and kiss these huge animals without a fear in your body, then you climb up joyfully and with full confidence and canter away across the school. 

This was the thing Owen said about you — that even though you’re the youngest and the smallest person in our family, you never let that hold you back from doing whatever it is we’re all doing.  Even when something is hard, you keep trying and you don’t give up.  Coming from your brother Owen, the actual KING of persistence and determination, that is high praise indeed.

As for your Dad and I, well there is no way we could narrow down what we love about you to one single thing.  We love that you announce “Group Hug” at least once every day and make us all get in it, and that no one in this house would dare refuse.  We love that you occasionally ask everyone at the dinner table to “talk about how they’re feeling” and then everyone does and doesn’t complain about it.

We love that you bring a smile to every situation.  We love that you are full of love.  We love that you made our family complete.  We just love you, top to bottom and every bit in between. 

Happy 7th birthday!  Never, ever change, my baby boy.  

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New Veg

photo via Abel and Cole

We get two farm delivery boxes every week here, one from Abel & Cole and one from Riverford Farms.  I almost never go to the grocery store anymore, and we get fresh organic food on our doorstep every week.  I love it.

We’ve tried several new vegetables and fruits because they’ve come in our deliveries.  Some we’ve not loved, but others have become new favorites.

This week we got a bunch of purple sprouting broccoli in our delivery, which I’d never even heard of before moving here.  I was totally unsure how to cook it.  I checked my Riverford Cookbook though, and gave it a go.

I blanched it first, then sauteed it in a wok with garlic, olive oil, lemon juice & zest, and salt.  It’s al dente — still a little crunch but easy to bite.

Guys, Matt and I were arguing over who got the last helping.  The kids INHALED it.  It was SO good.

There’s a super short window when this veg is available, but it is going on my list as a new favorite.

*****

If you’re interested in trying out one of these farm delivery services, shoot me an email and I can refer you as a friend, then we both get money back on a fruit or veg box delivery!

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Things You Need To Know

The past week was mostly quiet and calm at our house, a welcome break after a few weeks of travel planning, travel, and travel recovery.  The kids are on their long Easter break, but the weather has been gorgeous so they rarely come in the house throughout the day – they’re out playing cricket and football and building forts in the garden.  Even Bridget.  It’s lovely.

Here’s a list of things I loved this week.  None of which are related to politics because there’s only so much a person can take.

This is an old article, but lambing season is a real thing here in England.  Every field is currently full of tiny little lambs hopping around behind their mamas.  It is awesome.

Anne of Green Gables is one of my favorite books on earth.  The trailer for the new movie looks delightful. 

The U.S. Women’s Soccer team won a major victory in their case for equal pay.  This makes me feel hopeful.

I took my first pilates class ever this week.  My core is screaming, but in a good way.  I can’t wait to go back.

I like Amy Schumer’s interview for the May InStyle cover.  And I like Amy Shumer’s attitude toward a lot of things.

Shopping in Ireland

Living in the UK is really expensive.  I forget sometimes, since we’ve been here over a year and a half and you just get used to things costing what they cost.

Then we travel somewhere and I look at price tags and I’m like SO CHEAP! BUY ALL THE THINGS!

There were tons of gorgeous cool shops in Ireland and items seemed so reasonably priced.  I had a hard time not going on a full shopping spree!  If I had more room in my luggage to get things home, I probably would have succumbed to the temptation.  I was really impressed everywhere we went with how many great options there were for clothes and home goods and shoes. 

There was one shop, though, that I absolutely, positively wanted to visit while we were there.  I don’t even remember where I first heard of it, but Avoca was high on my To-Do-In-Ireland list, and on our very first night in Dublin we happened to walk right by it!  Thankfully my family was on board with a little shopping.  In fact, it was such a cool shop with so many amazing items that I actually had to DRAG my boys out when we were ready to go! 

Avoca is an Irish-run business with their own mill where they create amazing and gorgeous blankets, scarves, gloves, shawls and more.  They also have an in-house design studio where they create clothing, home goods, ceramics…you name it.  It is a seriously cool company and the store was visually just beautiful.  Avoca goods are available in shops around the world, so keep an eye out for them.

I’ve said before how I have a bit of a throw blanket addiction, so this shop with stacks of wool, mohair, cashmere, herringbone, and Irish knit throws was like my own personal heaven.  I couldn’t fit one in my suitcase, though, so they were sadly not an option on this trip.

The other thing that really caught my eye was the stack of cashmere/wool stoles.  They’re bigger than a normal scarf, smaller than a full wrap, and soft as buttah.  There were some gorgeous neutrals, and I try to be sensible and get items I can wear with lots of stuff, but the one that I could not resist was actually neon orange.  It came home with me and I wore it like 4 out of 5 days in Ireland and almost every day since I got home.  Best. Purchase. Ever.

If you’re going to Ireland, I would add this shop to your must-see list.  And leave space in your suitcase for all the treasures you’ll want to take home.

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