Rainbows and Puppy Dogs and Sunshiny Fluffy Clouds Small Style
You guys...I'm going to let you in on a little secret: 4 am is slowly becoming my favourite time of the day. Crazy, right?
Coming from someone who has written a Proustian volume of words complaining about being awake in the middle of the night, this is a little rich, I know. But. But.
I'm costing on the fumes of jet lag. My body has set this new rhythm: bed at 8:30, up at 4. And I kind of love it. It's me, a cup of coffee, the blue glow of my computer screen, and the promise that no one will be stirring for a solid two hours. Lovely.
Anyway, enough about me and the middle of the night. Here's my kid.
We were welcomed back to Japan by the most gorgeous, a last, lingering reminder of what it feels like to be warmed by the sun. So obviously, we went to the park. Because that's pretty much the boundary of our territory - park, grocery store, home. Exciting, right?
In other news, Stella turned 18 months old this week. And let's just talk about how 18 months is THE BEST AGE EVER. She's hilarious; she does party tricks (Stella, how old are you? *holds up one finger*); she laughs maniacally at her own jokes; she demands that we play ring around the rosie; she drags me by the hand into the kitchen, points at my chocolate stash, and sings "more more more"; she sneaks up on me and shouts "boo!" (Okay, let's be real. It's more of an aaaaAAAAAAAaaaahhhh!) And, joy of joys, she's started playing by herself. For several minutes at a time. Truth! So, basically, kittens, rainbows, puppy dog tails, and sunshiny fluffy clouds. The end.
Oh, and BTW, my real life friend (I know, I'm as surprised as you that I have personal relationships that exist outside this screen) is now a Small Stylista. She's also an award-winning photographer. And a mother to a baby who looks EXACTLY like his dad. And a fellow Shanghai alum. You should visit her. She'll tell you some photography secrets.
And...wanna know what I eat for breakfast? Peggy's got the deets.
Leggings: Old Navy