radio silence

Taking a little blogging break for awhile. Life seems both jam packed and restful these days. My free time is spent loving on our baby boy so other things, such as keeping up this blog, have gone by the wayside. Happy New Year to all and I'll return soon, hopefully with some fresh eyes and some fresh words.

xo.

sitting here

I'm sitting here at my dining room table. We've recently placed it by the sliding glass doors so I now enjoy throwing open the curtains every morning and letting the light in. I'm still in my pajamas, face unwashed, and breakfast dishes are by my elbow. The house is quiet. Baby boy is sleeping upstairs. (Little man, we get the biggest kick out of how like your mother you are. How you like to snooze until 9 a.m. and how difficult you find waking up to be.) The Christmas tree lights are on and I've got a candle burning. I'm about to get another cup of coffee. Ordinary things, ordinary morning. But what is so wonderful to me right now is how I'm feeling. Content.

Oh, contentment. You've been elusive for so long. But now here you are again. It's funny how you show up at the oddest times. When the facets of my life are a bit in shambles or sort of up in the air or just plain crazy. Strangely, you show up. And I take a deep breath, drop my shoulders, and say a little prayer of thanks.

I'm sitting here looking at the frozen outside, wearing wools socks, and waiting for a little boy to wake up so I can kiss his cheeks. And I'm content. How 'bout that?

life lately (in pictures)









two months / hangin' out with some fall flowers

In true new mommy fashion I'm a day late on this post. C is now a whoppin' two months old. Every day he gets a little bigger. Every day he is discovering new things. Seeing him change and develop before my eyes is amazing. And a little heart wrenching. Already we have a pile of baby clothes that no longer fit. Already it is all going too fast.

Baby C, your newfound smiles bring me the greatest joy. I laugh when I see you realize that you can grab your firefly toy and then proceed to punch the heck out of it. Nothing is sweeter than the sound of your little baby coos. I am obsessed with your little hands. You've recently started holding on to my shirt while you nurse and my mama heart almost can't handle it. I love you.

well this just blows my mind

I guess Jean Claude Van Damme still got it! Great ad.

a sleeping baby

 

A sleeping baby. One of the most peaceful sights to be seen. My child thinks naps during the day are for punks. But sometimes he gives a girl a break and takes a little snooze, which you think would mean peace of mind for me. However, it usually leads to some sort of internal dialogue that goes like this, "Should I eat? What do I have time to make? How long is he going to sleep? Do we even have food in the house? Crap, maybe I should shower instead. But wait, what if he wakes up while I'm in the shower? Will I hear him? How long do I have until he wakes up? Gosh, I really stink and should probably shower. But I'm so hungry. Maybe I'll just sit down and have a cup of coffee. It's been weeks since I've managed to drink an entire cup while it's hot. Dammit! I hear him, I think he just woke up. No, he settled back down. Argh I should probably pump while he's asleep. I hate pumping. Man, I'm really hungry. I really need a shower. Oh! Maybe I have time to throw a load of laundry in. Is he still sleeping? Is he breathing?! Oh ok he's fine. Screw it, I'm going to sit down and rest for a few minutes. Maybe I'll watch another episode of The Vampire Diaries. Shit, he just woke up. Hold on while I shove some pretzels in my mouth..."

Please tell me I'm not alone in this.

happy halloween!

Happy Halloween, ya'll! I've talked about my love for this holiday before. This year I was extra excited because I knew I'd have a little one to dress up. And, if I may say so myself, baby C's costume was a success. Even though he looks less than thrilled, I think he made one cute caterpillar. Yesterday, when I had yet to even start pulling it together, I was slightly cursing my snobbery about Halloween costumes. Handmade only around here, no store bought. My mother is responsible for this. She made our costumes every year, thus the snobbery. Somewhat similar to my Christmas tree snobbery. I take Halloween pretty seriously. And apparently so does my new neighborhood. These people commit! Houses were all decked out and the trick-or-treaters came out in droves. Everyone sits outside their doors, hanging out and chit chatting. We drastically underestimated how much candy we would need, but it was great. Our little Jack-o-Lantern family made me smile. I am so happy to be starting traditions with C. I suppose if I do my job right he'll also be a costume snob.