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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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.

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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6 months

I honestly can't believe its already been 6 months since you were born little H!! You are a sweet and friendly sort who chatters a lot and smiles often. You don't laugh very frequently but when you do find something funny enough its a sound that makes everyone in our house come running. You are very different from your brother... he was an independent player who didn't sleep so well and had almost no opinions about everyday things. Henry, you on the other hand are not the best at independent time and relish the company of your family and mostly your brother... you sleep well(possibly because you never stop moving when you are awake) and you have opinions about lots of things to name one having your nose wiped/picked. You still have no teeth which is another difference between you and Owen(he had 4 by the time 6 months rolled around) you can roll over from front to back and back to front, you can sit up with only a little assistance, and you love love love to be held.
You have begun to try your hand at some avocado... and have been enjoying the experience thoroughly.
We love watching you grow and change... we think you are the bees knees Henry!

Owen loves you with a love that doesn't end... he misses you when your apart and loves to hug and kiss you. he continues to make up songs for you and tell you all about life in this world.He has never had a moments jealousy towards you. You generally adore him and light up every time you even hear his voice...sometimes you are more reserved with your feelings and just need a few feet of personal space...


Having you in our lives feels so natural...like you were always here somehow and yet we are still getting to enjoy figuring out who you are. I love you more each day and am so thankful to be your momma!

Small gifts

Today Owen went to his grandmas to spend the night so I am sitting here in an absolutely silent house as Henry naps and it feels strange... but good. The weather is cloudy and and cool...well cooler than it has been. I like it... I feel like it is a precious gift. Sometimes gifts come in small packages like a cool day and a silent house. I am feeling rather loved in this moment with the breeze blowing sweet and cool on my face through the window. The rest of the day may be filled with a crazy list of to do's but right now-in this moment-I am resting in this lovely gift and I am grateful.
It is enough

Out of practice

In writing I feel completely out of practice. It's something you have to do regularly in order to stay loose. I have not felt loose in any matter lately especially in writing.

My life is rather mundane at present. So i feel almost no desire to write. Sometimes i forget to look for the joy.I do a lot of nursing the babe and a lot of trying to keep up with the house work while simultaneously trying to spend good quality time with Owen and make sure Henry naps enough... It is harder than it sounds.
We are home a lot. But we take a lot of walks and sing songs and read a lot too. It's hard having a limited schedule and somedays I feel a little insane.



But today its fun. Owen tells the baby stories and Henry laughs at him. There is joy here in the mundane. Joy in the form of brothers bonding and smiles and baby belly laughs. I just have to remember to look for it and know that It's enough.




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Blah blah blah

I'm horrible at blogging. I have nothing new or poetic to say. I feel uninspired and often just too tired to bother... Which is sad because these boys of mine are cute, sweet, and funny every day.




I will bounce back eventually I'm sure...but this season is rough. I am ok with that every season is hard at times and crazy beautiful at others. Right now it's hard. I'm tired, I have little to no energy and I'm sad sometimes. What I'm trying not to do/be is sorry for myself. This will pass and there is plenty of lovely to get me through until then.


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