People. I'm out of the house. By myself. At three weeks postpartum. Like, this didn't happen until six weeks with Benny. GIF These chunks of time are a little hard to come by, as they have to be timed just so to avoid throwing off baby Isaac's groove. I have a half hour to write … Continue reading Timed Write
Benny's play at this age is messy, loud, and really hilarious. His current favorite activities are tossing stuff away from where it's supposed to be, screeching at the top of his lungs until he turns red (I assure you it's a happy screech)...and turning all of his toys on at once so there's just this … Continue reading Apple starts with tree
...How many times I've looked at an image of the Madonna we have at home (especially when Benny was a newborn) and asked her, I wonder if baby Jesus was a terrible sleeper? You were probably sleep deprived, too, weren't you?
My kid's going to be a coffee addict. Hurrah! In related news, it's time to baby-proof the house because Benny's ALL over whatever miscellaneous item he's not supposed to put in his mouth: stone coasters, my shoes, extension cords, Christmas wrapping paper... Trash bins don't spark joy... But they're useful! This past week, we were … Continue reading Highlights Reel: Volume 1
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord!Job 1:21 This past Thanksgiving, we discovered that God had given us a new life to look after. And twelve days later, God took our little one home. I desperately asked, "Why?" And just as desperately tried to answer my own question. I mean, everything happens … Continue reading The grace of normalcy
This past week found us enjoying a getaway in northern Arizona before Thanksgiving - four days of visiting new coffee shops, hiking, and playing around with my camera (for which I just got around to replacing the battery charger after something like two years).
Even more special than seeing all the everyday stuff through new eyes, though, is the joy of experiencing family traditions with Benny. Some have been handed down through faith, some through generations, and some Jeff and I are just adopting and making part of our family culture. How we celebrate might even evolve as our family evolves, and that's okay. But they all add a certain magic quality to our everyday lives.
In this new normal I've become that mom, making sure to pack at least five diapers, three extra onesies, two burp cloths, and a partridge in a pear tree for an outing to the gym.
At 31 weeks, the most frequent question I get these days is whether I've had any weird cravings. Thankfully, the weirdest one to date has been jello with whipped cream (and lots of tropical fruit/smoothies). Which is a totally normal thing. I've somehow managed to escape developing a taste for more exotic flavors such as pickles with ice cream. Or dirt. Thank God.
Confession: I'm way too impatient a person to have been able to do the typical gender reveal where the parents find out the baby's sex on the day of the reveal. Not that this could possibly deter us from celebrating this milestone with our families! I felt like getting in touch with my crafty side, … Continue reading Surprised by (b)oy
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