Chacos on a Tuesday

Yesterday, Storey and I ventured out to Whole Foods for nothing other than baby wipes and Kettle Potato Chips. It was a good enough excuse for me to go through the prepping, packing, and risking an unhappy car-ride that it takes, just to get out of the house. It turned out to be a pretty successful trip. We usually have a distinct window of time that I feel is most opportune: after the morning nap and afternoon feeding.

While we were in line with our 2 items, I noticed a mother and her son in the cafe. This was the scene: a boy, about the age of 8, chowing down on a salad, intently listening to his mother, dressed in a pair of torn jeans, Chacos and a spaghetti-strapped camisole, while she read "The Story of the World" aloud. Josh and I have kept the conversation of homeschooling open. Josh is all for it, as he was a home-schooled child, but I have felt better making that decision later on. But the more I have fallen in love with being a mother and the more I am amazed at what Josh has learned as a child growing up with his mom as his teacher, the more open I have become to the idea. Standing in line at Whole Foods, I wanted to be that mom that can share a salad with her child in her favorite worn jeans in the middle of the week, taking the classroom to the cafe- or wherever it takes us.


Tonight was a good night. In between chopping vegetables for our dinner, Josh juggled the potatoes, and Storey and I danced together to the Gipsy Kings in the kitchen. She has definitely found her laugh. It melts her mom's heart.