Thursday, September 29, 2011

Oh Henry!




Henry,
You are a totally different baby! I feel sometimes that you know more than your letting on. You have a way of "answering" me with squeals and facial expressions that is uncanny.

At 7.5 months you can sit up and play, you can roll both ways, and you have scooted your body-one time-in order to reach something. You have two bottom teeth coming up and like to bite things. You are practicing you pincer grasp and even try it out on me while nursing... Not my favorite littel man not my fave.

What you really love is being held. You would love to be held all the time if we would allow it(honestly I probably hold you 75% of the day). You will play about 10 min max on your own then it's hold time... You are adamant about this! You get all lathered up with real tears and snot and drool if I try to deny you-And buddy at least once a day I do because your brother needs full attention-and boy do you let me hear it. It's funny really because other than being hungry, tired, or mess diapered this is the only reason you fuss.



Holding time momma... Please!!!

You also love... No wait... LOVE your brother!! He is literally your favorite person right now. Last night Owen and Papa were wrestling and you were squealing with delight and waving and patting your hands at every one of Owens victories... So amazing to see your bond growing so strong all ready.



Henry you are sweet, snuggly, funny and honest about what you want. You are friendly and smile a ton! We love you more than we can express and are so happy you are one of us!
Momma.



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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

a stream of conscience

I haven't felt the desire to write in a long time. I keep thinking I should really update my blog... but the task seems cumbersome and I cant make myself want to. I want to get back to the place where writing is cathartic and something I feel passion for... I guess I will just start by writing more often and see if those old feelings return.
My life lately has seemed slow moving and hurried all at once. Slow because our lives have been rather metered, rushed because I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.
 I started homeschooling Owen and although  it is not as hard as I thought, it still seems to be a mental challenge to rise to the occasion everyday. I know some of you are probably more than a little surprised that I am homeschooling-and honestly so am I-but it is the right thing for our family in this season of life. Owen loves learning and is disappointed the days we don't do school. I am less passionate about it... still I know it is the best thing for us... so I am muddling through it day by day.
Its funny how my days seems to drag on then fly by. We have a great routine right now... we wake and have a family snuggle up on our bed. Then we eat brecky and tidy up a bit. Then Henry naps while Owen and I do school. We then do whatever the day calls for and the have lunch then rest and then a little more of this or that then dinner, bath, stories, and bed. Some times I think that the day will last forever that the bed time and kissing the boys goodnight is a far away dream. Other days I cant hold on to the sweetness of the the passing minutes to save my life.
Its nice... and yet my heart longs for adventure on a grander scale. I don't know what business my heart has longing for such a thing when we are doing great with  the simple things in life...but there you have it. I find myself dreaming of travel and hiking and open sea sailing-I have never even been on the open seas-I want to sail! Maybe not literally... but I have the yearning that I always get before a big change.
I want to be out there -you know in the world-making a difference... but doing what? For whom? With who's energy? All questions yet unanswered.
Yes I feel a change brewing-something is happening in our lives-and I don't know when but I sure know its a-coming. This season of simplicity is good, its a gift, a rest before the big adventure ahead. I will enjoy the slow pace while it lasts instead of impatiently fidgeting for the end of the day. I will drink in the smell of little heads and blowing bubbles. I will let the sound of my children's perfect laughter fill my soul with joy and I will wait and see what our-certainly interesting-future will hold.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Perfect Storm

Today I'm grateful I didn't have to plunge the toilet

I woke up with the all familiar feeling of a migraine setting in. I had a heaviness in my head and felt dizzy and disoriented I knew I needed thyroid meds,tylenol,coffee, and some down time...the coffee



Then I laid the baby down for some tummy time so I could go to the bathroom...

Owen dropped his walking stick on the baby and then carried him-screaming-down the hall all the way to the bathroom where I was having the mother of all p*o then Owen decided he needed to brush his teeth and somehow managed to get water all over the floor...still while I p**ped and was holding Henry on my lap... So not having to plunge was huge.

Two more things I'm grateful for:






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