Back at the beginning of May, I gave Ali’s Week in the Life another go ’round. The funny thing is, I rarely complete my Week in the Life album (yup, last summer’s is still up on my desk), but I love the idea of taking pictures here and there to document what life looks like at any given moment.
So this year’s Week in the Life looks hella different from 2015. But, in a funny twist of fate, the two weeks couldn’t have been better planned (thanks, Ali!). At the beginning of last year’s week in the life, I had just found out I was pregnant, and kicked things off with my first ultrasound. This year’s week finds me typing this post one handed while holding a napping seven-week-old, who doesn’t like me to put him down. The times, they are a’changing.
And I’m pretty sure that’s the whole point of things. Ali says, “The truth, my friends, is that we never know when our “everyday” will change. Capture what it is real for you right now.”
She also tells me to look for rhythms and routines. Oh, to live a life with those again!
Some highlights from the week…
What our living room looks like right now. I thought I knew clutter before.
And our coffee table.
Enjoying meals that friends and neighbors have been so kind to deliver. And the ones who make enough so that we have leftovers are my favorites.
A typical weekend involves mowing the lawn. And now that there is a baby involved, we run out to the porch to catch a white-noise nap.
Always reading, every day.
The only thing we’ve managed to cook so far is Buitoni tortellini with store-bought pesto. But I can envision the day we can make it a la Deb.
Always internet scrolling. Usually during the first nap of the day, which is short, and doesn’t give me enough time to do anything productive.
Bouncing around the house, in hopes of keeping someone happy.
Success! We match more days than I’m comfortable admitting.
So much porch time since we’ve had a rainy, cool spring. Love that.
Impulse purchases at Target.
And the reason for the trip, my new planner. I bet I will always plan in school years.
Every evening (read: witching hour), we stroll, in the name of keeping someone calm, and in hopes of catching one more quick nap.
Starting work on my album.