I have been really happy in braids lately...
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
This Time Last Year
June 22nd was Oscar's due date. Back then he was still being called 'Busy' because he was such a fireball in there. That morning I posted this, and then a few hours later we started having a baby. I don't think I ever said much here about how this guy arrived. A year later it is a collection of crystal clear moments that start with me telling B that I couldn't get comfortable lying down and end with me holding Oscar and B in a tangled embrace while throwing up my one free arm and shouting "woo hoo!" to the entire room. Oscar was a natural birth, fast and hard, something like nine hours total and three of those were spent pushing. As it turns out pushing a ten pound baby out is not easy, frankly it was extremely hard and here is some very funny proof. Our midwife was amazing, B was unflappable and adoring and just the right amount of encouraging, and I mostly felt strong and ready and if not relaxed then very, very calm.
I know his birthday is officially tomorrow, but in as much as his birthdays will always be a time when I remember what it was like to birth him, today is my birth day. I love you baby boy, and I love you B.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
There Will Be Boogers
There's a new camera at our house. The babs is too fast and our house too deficient in light for our old point and shoot. I realized that I had stopped taking photographs because of this, and I missed it very much. Right out of the box and in super low light it rocked my socks. Excited.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Shoes, No Socks
Happy summer feet.
What a great week.
We all got better.
My husband had a birthday on Monday and we enjoyed the phujeezus out of his day.
It got unbearably hot so we went swimming many times and now it's a tiny bit cooler and wow that's nice.
We planted eggplants and peppers.
Oscar has started signing for milk. Oh my, what a thing to be talked to, to have him look straight at me and make this request. At first I wanted to nurse him whenever he made the sign so that he knew I knew, but then he started goofing with me a little so I learned the sign for later. When I sign it he laughs. He is a mischievous little guy, my imp.
We're having a bánh mì meets barbeque extravaganza supper with some great people this weekend. I am going to be pickling things and baking a cake and B is going to be baking baguettes.
I owe you all a recipe for sweet vermouth, we made some flipping tasty stuff. We're still tinkering with the dry vermouth but we'll get there.
Have great weekends out there.
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