Some pictures from our glorious time in Tahoe a couple weeks ago... Yep, we pretty much spent the entire time either in the water, or looking at the water. Breathing in... breathing out...
For fun, a link to pictures from Nia's first Tahoe trip, two years earlier. From baby to kiddo...
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My little one is on her way to her first SC Derby Girls bout (superhero theme) tonight! I love that my four-year-old has Saturday night plans that involve satin, glitter, sequins, and make-up. Not to mention flashing lights, loud music, and screaming fans -- and going out by herself with friends (although, as grown up as she seems, she still has to take her car seat with her!). (Meanwhile I'm in pjs, curling up with my laptop to catch up on some overdue work. Hmmm.)
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This was a conversation between Nia & I this evening, driving over Highway 17.
Nia: I think it's time for a...
Me: Time for a what?
Nia: A trim.
Me: A trim? You mean your hair?
Nia: Yeah. Maybe this much. How much is this much?
Me (glancing in the rear-view at her hands): That looks like about 6 inches.
Nia: Yeah. Six inches should be good.
This is a kiddo who has vehemently resisted hair-cutting her whole life and has been pretty vain about her long hair. But she seemed certain.... so I gave my little one her second-ever haircut, and her most severe ever. It was my first major haircut job, too. I was way more stressed than she was. And I learned that being a hair cuttee does not necessarily make one qualified to be a hair cutter... but I think it looks "good enough." Actually, I think she looks awful darn cute!
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Yesterday we completely cleaned out Nia's room. We boxed up a bunch of toys that were hanging on since she was a toddler, rearranged furniture and reclaimed a large piece of floor space -- perfect for board-game-playing on a lazy Sunday morning!
Hope your weekend is going well, too.
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If someone asked, I'd have to say the most important part of parenting with cancer is to leave it all behind as often as you feel well enough too. It doesn't have to foreshadow everything for your child. There will be enough cancer talk and cancer foreshadowing all by itself. It is your job as the parent to bring the sunshine in when you can.
It isn't always easy, though.
My last FEC treatment pretty much sucked.
I was the sickest from that one chemo treatment than any of the previous 5 months worth. (Five months!) Thank goodness it was the last.
I was nauseous longer and more tired. (Honestly, I'm still pretty tired, but you know that euphoria that comes after you've been sick and you almost didn't even realize how sick you felt until you don't feel sick anymore? Yeah? Well, I'm letting that euphoria carry me through the fatigue.)
Anyway, as soon as I felt like myself again in my stomach, Nia and I got the hell out of Dodge.
Back up to Skyline for some fun in the summer heat with George & Dale (currently dubbed "Uncle D" by Nia). We swam multiple times, ate pizza and other goodies, ran around in our swimsuits and just plan forgot about cancer for 24 hours and any of the cancer "stuff" that is still on the horizon. Phew!
Checking to see if the corn is ready...
Corn wasn't ripe, but the Black Cherry Tomatoes were...
And some green beans, too...
These peaches were delicious...
As were the Smores...
Serious business. Good thing the fire department was on hand...
"Mom, did you notice Uncle D had a mustache?"...
Just like this bee, I was perfectly, happily in the moment... and so was my child. Ah.
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... falling into bed bone-weary in just your undies with your hair slightly damp and smelling of chlorine, dirty feet, the memory of peach juice running down your chin, and crickets outside the window....
Isn't this the simple essence of summer?
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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Inspired by SouleMama. You can play, too!
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Overheard between Nia and her Grandpa, "Baba":
"Where are you going today?"
Nia: "I don't know. But we can do whatever we like today!"
This is exactly what I told Nia Saturday morning: We can do whatever we like this weekend. Meaning: It's you and me. No play dates scheduled. No doctor appointments. No naps. Just you and me. (Joe, unfortunately, had to work.)
We actually did have some play dates scheduled just for Nia in case I needed to rest, but just as I'm getting an acute case of needle fatigue, I think Nia is getting some heightened separation anxiety. We needed a few days in a row of just us, doing whatever we like.
And what did we like?
So nice when this cancer year has moments that feel like a normal year...
PS. This is what those gorgeous chicken gals did to my pepper plants. *sigh* Live & learn.
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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Inspired by SouleMama. You can play, too!
(Eating summer's wild blackberries with Jackson; Arana Gulch)
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