The Smell of Violets

You can tell it’s spring by the smell of violets.   It was so wonderful to come home the other day and walk out the back door into the sun and see violets all over the lawn.  One year I actually made candied violets, but this year I have my hands full with a new baby.

This was my first week back at work, and it went pretty well.  Even better, Nova did really well at daycare.   I got a new type of bottle and she’s been pretty good with it at daycare.  And, daycare tires her out.  Three nights in a row she slept from 7:30 pm to 3:00 am before waking up to be fed.  One night she went from 7:30 pm to 5:30 am.  (However, I think she may have a slight cold now because last night she wanted to nurse constantly and is a bit stuffed up–that would also be a gift from daycare).  I have to use the seat belt on the vibrating chair now because she’s getting so active.

Yesterday, we had a birthday party for Rowan.  We had five other kids over.  Instead of goody bags, we decorated tshirts for each kid to take home, then decorated balloons with sticker faces.  We had a special “Princess and the Frog” cake made that appeared to be a 1:1 ratio of frosting to cake.  The cake itself was good, but I’m not a big fan of regular frosting.

It’s funny, I didn’t really want a party at our house, partly because of the baby but also partly because I was afraid our house would be too small.  I love our house for us, but when I see the houses of other parents, there always seems to be a big basement area with room for running about.   It seems most of Rowan’s friends live in newer houses, twice the size of ours.  (Of course, their mortgage is probably twice ours too, so I don’t complain about that).  But when people come over, we always get compliments on our house.  I think that’s because these large houses are all white on the inside–they’re afraid to really liven it up.   To me, what is the point of a home that doesn’t reflect who you are?

Well, someone is cooing and burbling at me, so that’s it for now.

Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

One thought on “The Smell of Violets”

  1. When I worked at Northwestern and would take the El and walk to work, there was a house that had a million violets lining their wooden fence. It was was brilliant! A “riot of purple” if you will and it was only then that I was ever able to smell violets.

    Candied violets! What are those?

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