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Nolan's First Pony Ride

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Shhh, Nolan is Awake

My little Nolan is making sounds
from his crib but he needs at least
another hour of rest and since you
can hear almost everything from
his room I'm going to gift you
my random thoughts as I sit
still and make only keyboard noise...

I'm dreaming of BLT's
made with warm summer tomatoes.

Why do I get American Girl catalogues
and not Lego catalogues?

Why is my little one awake?
I have work to do.
Pipe down darling boy.

I think I need coffee.
Will he hear me if
I press brew?

Luke thinks I rock
the world because I
can do cartwheels so
basically I do cartwheels
on demand these days.
Round offs too.

Luke keeps talking about
his birthday and as a result
I'm thinking about it too.
Is it to early to start
planning a 4 year old's
late September birthday party?

Wait.
He is going to be 4?
FOUR?
F O U R?
Let me count in my mind.
Hold on.
Let me count on my fingers.
Oh my.
Four.

Coffee, no thanks.
I might need a Cosmopolitan.

V.3

But as I ran my hell-bound race,
indifferent to the cost,
you looked upon my helpless state
and led me to the cross.
And I beheld God’s love displayed,
you suffered in my place.
You bore the wrath reserved for me,
now all I know is grace.
Hallelujah!
All I have is Christ.
Hallelujah!
Jesus is my life.

Verse three of All I have is Christ,
a hymn from church a few weeks ago.
I can’t shake verse three. I keep thinking about it.
Actually, specifically I cannot stop thinking about
the first eight words…
but as I ran my hell-bound race…
maybe because I’m the mother of young children
and everything during the days
seems like a race.
But life as a race?
A hell-bound race?
Apart from the cross
I guess so.

My oldest is waking.
Let the race begin?!?
Happy Wednesday!

Father's Day, Part II

A proper photo.


Not so proper
but oh so fun!

Father's Day, Part I

Reality

Us

P.S. His eyes are closed on purpose. Roll with it, baby.

Hummus Face

Plops & Chimicurri Sauce

Last night…er…
I mean early this morning,
Nolan, my seventeen month old son,
hurled himself out of his crib for the first time.
Hopefully the last.
(don’t laugh at my optimism)
He had to drop to the floor
but I found him with his head
wedged between the arm and seat
of the chair in his room.

What a rush of emotion
so early in the morning.
I wanted to scold him
and I wanted to laugh.
Scold because I never want it
to happen again and laugh
because…well…it is just the kind of
kid he is.













Dinner last night.
He adores chimichurri sauce
so very very very much that
he just went ahead and put his
face in it and sucked it up.
How very efficient of him
and then I smiled.
He is a head first kind of boy.

P.S. No harm to the little guy from the fall. He is just fine.

What do you play?

We play lots of things
but I bet you didn’t know
we play “Cut out my mole, Baba!”

John-David Visit

Three cheers for Uncle JD.
Welcomed/tackled with hugs and snuggles.
He joined us for our inaugural visit to park
to ride the carousel, train and visit the old farm.

Come back soon, brother.

We miss you already.

Not A Laundry Basket

It was mostly a book nook.

Then it became a pirate ship.

Then it capsized.

Monday Afternoon

Don't ask him to smile.
He gives you a snarky look.






Baptizing himself.








Shhhhh….don’t tell….but I’m about to start a
strategic
multi layered
long term
campaign for a pool.

Monday Madness

our monday has been extreme…
extreme play
extreme exhaustion
extreme joy
extreme frustration
extreme smiles and laughter
extreme tears and cries
and so on and on.
i wonder if bouncing from one extreme
to another would be an accurate description of motherhood?
middle ground seems elusive.
scenes from our morning of extreme play, joy, smiles and laughter…

He always brings water for his brother.

Confidential to Camille

13.1
Congratulations!
Cheers!
Job well done, dear friend!
I am
inspired
and
impressed.

With deepest admiration,
Camille