Whole Parenting Family

A day in the life

A day in my life. A day as a recovering lawyer, at home mama, crunchy-sorta, textile artisan, blogger, failed bathroom cleaner. Raising my kids in our 100 year old ancestral home has a rhythm, and familiar inflection so the days are melodic to my very fingers and toes.

But this spring has looked a little different with lots of travel with//and for//my siblings.

I have always been very close to my siblings. All five of us were like a pack growing up, and now even as we span 30 years old to almost 40, we are still that way, despite living in different parts of the country and almost all being married with kids.

Family wedding on the West Coast. No problem packing light because I was just bringing the almost 10 month old, you guys–can you believe he is this old?

And this week, as an example of my sib-love, I’ve joined my brother and his wife as they welcomed their second son//and here I am: All up in their business. Woot!

Because new baby snuggles.

So my third born slung in my sling came down here with me to nurse, throw spoons and blueberries at his older cousin, and generally cause a ruckus.

On our way down, we stopped at that great blogging conference I was telling you about where I got to meet some amazing ladies and present about networking and social media. With him in the sling, of course. #CWBNIndiana

My feet were hot. You can’t see it here but I wasn’t properly wearing shoes. Don’t judge!

I’ll trek home this weekend and rejoin my big boy, almost sassy girl, and beleaguered lawyer husband (not yet recovering unlike me because someone has to talk to adults for a living). Hopefully my labels will have arrived and the Whole Parenting Goods lady leggings can go out the door!

In two weeks, we are all off to New York to visit my sister Molly and see Aron’s third bar. A week there and then down to DC for more family goodness.

But in the meanwhile, I will soak up these seconds and days with the kids. Just inhale and exhale them before they disappear into older, more on their own flickers of energy.

And where they go, the baby and I go. Watching their fights and love. Waiting to leap out of the sling and into the thick of it.

The daily oatmeal breakfast, playing with blocks and reading poetry aloud, dance parties in the kitchen, all the joys you can soak up when all three kids are at home with you.

And raising them to be loving creatures even when I think it will kill them or me, in our especially special house.

Each room holds more memories than I can hang on to. And seeing my kids making their own memories in the Library, the Music Room, the Sitting Room, or our reading nook in the hallway, bursts my heart with happiness.

Just a sample day in a life with lots of travel right now. Lots of heartbeat to heartbeat with my youngest and airplane takeoffs and cosleeping in guest beds. But for my siblings? I wouldn’t miss these chances to be together for the world.


  1. Michele on March 12, 2015 at 3:40 pm

    Lovely, and so well put.

  2. Amy @ Motherhood and Miscellany on March 17, 2015 at 8:22 pm

    Love it 🙂 Is that the house you grew up in? I cannot imagine raising my children in the house where I spent my childhood (and where I wish my parents still lived). That would be amazing. Also, I love that chair. I think I’ve seen a picture of it before, and it just makes me want to snuggle up with a book!

    • Natural Mama Nell on March 17, 2015 at 9:49 pm

      It is! I know–so snuggly.