Eine kleine nachtmusik

Oh, the magic of Spring. New life, soft blooms, gentle breezes, the hum of bees and the songs of birds. It's just so slendiferous.  

Except when it's NOT.  

Ya'll. I'm writing this at 11:30 at night, gaily accompanied by the most extroverted robin on the planet.  

Now, I could spin this into some super inspirational post about singing even in the darkest of night, but, BUT this creature is affecting my sleep. And has been for days now. Not that I have a nursing baby who needs me ALL OF THE NIGHT or anything. 

Now, I'm so glad this little creature has the joy of the Lord in his tiny little heart, but I don't care if Gabriel himself has alighted in our trees outside and this bird is heralding heavenly presence. I AM OVER IT.  

Sounds like Mariah Carey swallowed a whistle and is doing a self-inflicted heimlich maneuver.  

And the baby is sleeping. For a few blessed hours, THE BABY IS SLEEPING which means I SHOULD BE SLEEPING. 

But no, this bird is either doing the mating call of the century or auditioning for The Voice RIGHT outside my window. ALL NIGHT.  

My love got a pretty awesome light-up bow and arrow toy thingy last year, and I'm about to go all Katniss Everdeen on it. 

Just to scare it. To death.  

I mean, I know Spring has other vices, but right now I would snort a line of pollen straight into my sinus cavity if it meant shutting this thing UP. 

Think I'm exaggerating? Listen.  

 

Yurtle the turtle

This weekend we threw caution (or maybe common sense) to the wind and got out of our comfort zone.

We went "glamping."   

In a yurt.

With 4 small children including an infant. 

I would love to tell you that this was a well-thought out trip, anticipated by much thought and careful planning. 

But no, this was the product of My Love casually mentioning that he'd like to go to a cabin sometime, prompting me to stay up way too late with the Googles, somehow winding my way to a yurt in Talladega, about an hour and a half away. 

 Off we go! 

Off we go! 

The next morning, I called him at work for our morning briefing (because let's be honest, I'm still in the process of peeling myself off the sheets and stumbling towards the coffee as he's making his way out the door every morning), mentioned the yurt and that our only good weekend for the next 2 months was 11 days away, and before I knew it, we were booked for 2 nights at Mike's Magical Mountaintop yurt

The week before was somewhat tumultuous as our children were recovering from a cold, including sweet baby Edelweiss who ended up having a sleepover at Children's hospital due to bronchiolitis. 

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But since she was greatly recovered, and back to her sweet smiling self, we soldiered on and set out for the yurt (or, "da yeht" as the Wildflower says.)

 Yurt, sweet yurt.  

Yurt, sweet yurt.  

 Isn't it adorable?!?  

Isn't it adorable?!?  

 Now, for your entertainment, I would love for this to be a hilarious post filled with all the mishaps and catastrophic calamities that make for good blog posts, but it's not. Because everything actually went beautifully.

We had such a sweet time, y'all. Sure, there were hard moments- which there always will be. The point of going was not to avoid hard moments, but to fill up our time with as many sweet moments as we could.   

And we did.

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We played board games, read books, and ate junk food.  We snuggled in pillow nests and watched movies.  Big brother caught his first fish with his daddy, while the girls splashed in the lake water and made sandcastles. We fell asleep to the sound of rain drumming the canvas roof.  Baby Edelweiss and I took a nursing nap in the sunshine streaming down through the ceiling window while My Love took the children to the playground.  Big brother strummed his ukulele and the girls played hide and seek in every nook and cranny they could find. 

 Firefly intent upon her favorite book (pictured below).  

Firefly intent upon her favorite book (pictured below).  

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 Nursing mama love. Oh, how I adore this sweet stage.  

Nursing mama love. Oh, how I adore this sweet stage.  

We stepped away from the distractions of laundry, dishes, home repair, school work, electronics, and just focused on each other.  And it was so, so good to soak up some fresh air and the company of my people.  

 Sweet little Edelweiss snoozing by the lake.   

Sweet little Edelweiss snoozing by the lake.   

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So now, we've been bit by the adventure bug and are already planning our next trip.  I may have started a new obsession with Airstream trailers and have visions of cross-country escapades dancing in my head. As usual, My love is trying to rein me in with things like "common sense" and "budgets, " but we do sincerely hope to travel and explore more and more over the coming years.

 (But I'm still gonna dream of a shiny airstream or building a yurt village in the meantime.)

 Making wishes

Making wishes

 We drove about 20 minutes to explore a historic (152 years old!) mill.  

We drove about 20 minutes to explore a historic (152 years old!) mill.  

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