52 IN 2014 • WEEKS 36 + 37 + 38 + 39 + 40

Monday, March 16, 2015


You are not a quiet child. Sometimes that can be a challenge, but for the most part I really love it. I love the glimpses it gives me into your personality and interests and ideas. I tell you often, "I like you just the way you are.' I mean it - and I love that you always say it right back, "I like you just the way you are too, Mama!' Sometimes I get a little silly and sing it to you in jingle form. You especially like that. Bath time is one of your only quiet times. You get so engrossed with the bubbles and water - turning them over in your hands, bringing them close to your face, putting them on your head, pouring water out of a cup over and over and over again. It's become one of my favorite things to take pictures of. It's such a pure look into your curiosity.



There is a part of you that will always undeniably be a city kid. You thrived on the bustle and stimulation. You loved the life of walks to the park, subway rides, and beach days - but a certain light shines in your eye when you're out in nature. I'm talking about the kind of nature that can't be recreated in Prospect Park with manicured trails and 'carefully constructed playgrounds. You are enamored by the wildness of it all. This is what we came back to New Mexico to give you - untamed nature and untainted childhood wonder. We started our life here off right with a hike at Carlito Springs and while it isn't as 'untamed' as I speak of, it made us all breath a little easier and appreciate the beauty of a place that was once home. I'm looking forward to taking you on many trips in search of adventure here.


A few weeks back, we road our bikes down to a little park under the Verrazano bridge and threw a baseball around. Papa and I took a break in the grass and you started to gather the sticks around us. You put them into a big pile and requested a 'fort.' How a kid who has been in Brooklyn as long as her memories have been forming knew what a fort was is beyond me. It must be innate. So we hopped up and into action and built you a little makeshift fort from branches that had fallen out of those city park trees. You were delighted. Since being back in Albuquerque, Papa has had trouble finding work, so we've had a bit of time on our hands. He's been outside practicing his survival shelter building skills and other things that tickle his fancy and you've been tromping around right behind him. We often call you Donny as an ode to the kid from the Wild Thornberrys because you're basically a tornado of noise and always barefoot with a messy face and wild hair. I absolutely love you that way. I love our talks we have about 'wock cowwections' and bugs and animals and how you gather sticks and pretend to build a fire. The way you can turn any ordinary place into a wilderness to be explored is inspiring.

You have an unwavering obsession with 'smarshmallows' these days, so I picked some up at the grocery store and we built a little fire in the driveway.

It's been a little quiet over here as I plow through all of the things on my to-do list before the baby comes. I've been sorting through and backing up all of our old pictures and in the process, I managed to finish posting my 365 project from 2013 (weeks 45 -52 if you'd like to reminisce with me) and have now started finishing up this 52 project.


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