Random Moments From The Week

^The side of the best bakery in town^



^^Magical little moment of observation^^



^^Saturday was a perfect weather day. We packed the stroller and walked around downtown, ending with a break at Prime Roast. I carry raw cashews at all times for London^^



^^A rare photo of both of us!^^



^^ One of our favorite things: BATHTIME!^^

 

Just chillin' with the kiddos. Hope you're all enjoying the first glimpes of spring as much as we are!

Cass

Local Business- Prime Roast

I thought I would stick with the coffee shop theme.

If my previous entry can be called a local roaster, this one is in house. If you're there on the right day you can stand and watch the roaster turning the beans as they darken from light green to the appropriate level of goodness.



Checking out her purchase. Chocolate covered blueberries!



Lounging, watching the world go by...



We usually go from the library to the comfy window seat

                                Check out these awesome hand made mugs that their using lately^^

 On either side of the shop they have all these interesting and curious coffee makers displayed.

  Yet another comfortable sitting spot

 Freshly made, smelling amazing...

 Ditto

 The chocolate covered fruit (not pictured, but also available, choco-covered espresso beans!)

 Local maple syrup sniffed out by my little sweet tooth

 

Here's an employee measuring out the raw beans. I guess I was ten minutes early for a roasting picture.

(This is also THE guy that you want making your latte.... We think his name is Ty.)

 London discovered my red chai latte. I'm not sure I like that she likes it. She drank almost half.

 More of those mugs being kept warm for the next person on top of the espresso maker.

The wall of their impressive variety. I can't drink caffeine anymore, and sometimes this takes the fun out of going to a "ahem" COFFEE shop, but between their delicious decaf and the red chai, I'm way too happy at this place.

So stop by if you're ever in Keene. Sit and be comfortable with your warm of mug of somthin' or take home some beans for someone else. Or yourself...

 Ok, we'll start with the (fuzzy) black board and today's list. See the top? Ok... Now picture Tyson and I standing in front of our 30 year old washing machine last night, fingers on chins, furrowed brows. "You no longer qualify as fuctional," we told it, mercilessly. Tyson has fixed it a zillion times to keep it going and the thing has been a work horse. But after the last repair we decided we weren't going to put any more money into it.
So yesterday it stopped advancing on its own. Doing a load of laundry involves running up and down the basement stairs every few minutes to drop the lid down from a certain height with a certain amount of intensity to get the ticker-thing to move to the next step. And the dryer stopped working. Don't know when, we hardly ever use it, but I opened it yesterday to dry some sheets and the light was off. "Hmm, the bulb must have blown." Nope, wont turn on. Also 30 years old.
So what's next on the list? Bathroom... Looks like we're goin' to the library, kid!


Her new favorite word: "Bizzy" Say it out loud.



Best children's section!

                                                                                  Bizzy.

                                                                                 Bizzy

                                                                                     Bebe

                                                                                   Bizzy

I couldn't find her for a minute, then walked around a corner and here she was. "Bizzy. Drink." Logical.

 

p.s. I did clean the bathroom before I sat down to write...

xo Cass

My Story of Sleep (apologys to the friends who've heard this far too many times)

This marks my first post without a real objective. It's a musing kind of a day; 38 degrees out, it's raining/snowing, the house is quite for the last few minutes of London's nap and I've been scanning my mental fileing cabinet going through all the thinking that I've done about sleep.

Here's the thing. Sleep is like food: if you haven't had it it's all you think about. London has been a horrible night sleeper from the first day out of the womb. She went through different phases of how she wanted to spend her wakefulness, but mostly she would just wake up. She'd want to nurse, and that was always the fastest way to get her back to bed. But we tried everything; feeding her heavier foods before bed, noise machines, night lights, stuffed animals, letting her cry (this didn't work because A. she would scream for literally two and half hours and B. our upstairs isn't insulated yet and she would fall alseep cold on top of her blankets). I would routinely get four or five *fragmented* hours of sleep a night. Rough. Grrr...

I've spent my time awake thinking about when I will be able to go back to sleep for over two years. But then, this week, dare I type it aloud?!, she actually has slept through the night. She's sleeping until 4:30 or 6. Tyson will get up if it's early and just tell her that it's still time for sleeping. And she lays down and goes back to sleep until 6!

I wake up anticipating youthful energy and zip and vim. And you know what? I am so tired! It's as if my body has decided to dredge up all that sleepiness that I've been working through and pushing past and it's trying to sleep out every last dusty corner of it. So she falls asleep in her stroller around 11am, and what do I do with this precious time of stillness and quiet? Read a book, drink some tea, sketch, fold laundry? Sleep sleep sleep on the sofa, listen to the trucks roll past the porch, breathe in my sleepiness and breathe it out again.

Could this week actually mark the beginning of the end of her sleeplessness? Am I still young enough that I might have a chapter of parenthood where I can get through a day without sleeping before lunch?

Well, come to think of it, most of the rest world sleeps after lunch, babies or not...Hmm, maybe I'll be able to enter a phase where a nap is all the more luxurious due to it's optional nature.

Better go get her out of the stroller, she just woke up.