Funny Face — hannah mayo

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I'm Hannah: mother, wife, photographer, writer, artist, wellness enthusiast and lover of the simple and beautiful. I live in South Florida with my husband Manny, our three children (Seth, Isaac, and Eaden), and our golden doodle Lily.
This is my journal of motherhood, homeschooling, health, and living with grace & intention

Jan 21

Jan 21 Funny Face

This child has a truly amazing range of facial expressions. We went outside to play earlier today and it turned into a mini photo session.

Of course to keep him from trying to climb all over me I had to give him something to play with- the closest thing was my lens cap. He liked that.

Love this cheesy toothless smile.

Irresistibly adorable, no?

"High five!"

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We’ll just assume the hot sun has killed all the germs on this. 😆#fourthbaby #ohezraelias

After our CC community day yesterday—the last one for 2018—she fell asleep next to me in my bed. We’re all so exhausted on Monday evenings after 6 hours of co-op. I often carry Ezra for much of that time, attempting to keep him happy while being involved in the big kids’ classes. It’s been a challenge this year for sure. But I’m so thankful for our community, for the friendship and support, for the incredible ways I see my children growing and learning in this program over the last year and a half. And I’m also thankful that we have a niiice long winter break before the Spring semester begins! 😜
#classicalconversations #themayoschool #eadenkai

Oh Ezra Elias! Every day with this baby boy is so sweet. And the days just keep passing. Seven months old this past Sunday.
Sitting, army crawling, enjoying every new food we give him.
This week has been rough for him (and mama. pass the ☕️)—I’m thinking maybe there will be some little teeth in next month’s picture? 😬
#ohezraelias

“Is it a waste of time to grasp at moments? To try and catch the wind between my forefinger and my thumb? To feel and see and taste and touch the music of the world, to glimpse the transcendent in the simple and simple in the transcendent, to shiver with awe at the sight of a child studying foot-pounded dust, while twisting slowly in the air above it, head and shoulders through a tire swing? To stare for an hour at the still, black surface of a lake, to marvel at the invention of water and my need to swallow it, feel it, and ride it?
I stretch my mouth wide with words until my jaw aches, and still I fail. I grab a pencil to sketch and I fail even faster. I stare at the slowly spinning child staring at the earth, and I know that if I reach for my phone, for the appropriate app, and worm my way forward to catch the appropriate angle, that I will not really capture this thing called now. I am only throwing a pebble in the lake, adding my little ripples. But I don’t care. I will have participated, I will have joined the creation, like an ant leaning a leaf against a skyscraper and brushing off his forelegs, glad to have helped.” —from Death by Living, @ndwilsonmutters

Some things that motherhood has been teaching me lately:
It turns out I’ve been kind of idolizing control and order. And it turns out having a fourth baby is a good way to be broken of those things. 😆 Not to scare anyone, but having four is even harder than I thought it would be. It’s really the combo of their ages 9yrs, 6yrs, 3yrs, 7mo and all their very different needs.
I feel like most of the time lately I’m just barely making it. I’m always dropping the ball on things and usually feel overwhelmed. I find myself lamenting that nothing seems to have a place or structure right now- that we’re always behind on schooling, my house is always messier than I want it to me, and I’m hardly able to get a single thing done most days aside from keeping everyone alive. I often feel terribly inadequate as a mom because some voice in my head tells me that the disorder is my fault and I should have it more together.
But then I talk to other moms about it, and usually we seem to all be feeling the same way.
So why do we all put this incredible pressure on ourselves?
It turns out that most likely I need to learn to embrace (or at least accept) the intensity and craziness of this life season, knowing that in retrospect it will be brief and, yes, I will miss it. When I (and my kids) look back years from now, we won’t remember that I forgot to return emails or calls, or that I served some nutritionally sub-par meals, that we didn’t do math lessons every day, or even that I sometimes lost my cool and yelled.
We’ll remember (I hope) that our home was mostly filled with connection and love, beauty and books, grace and hope and laughter. So instead of striving towards an impossible ideal of order and control, I’m trying to give more cuddles and my full attention- putting my people over my task list, and being more present.
#bringingbackthevillage #motherhood #wildandfreemama #handsfreemama

Jan 23 That thing called balance...

Jan 20 My husband rocks.