Cause he's a ginormous baby like that. ;-) I love you dad.
Poor honey. She's such a lovely, pretty girl, but always wearing neutral colors. I swear, she wears pink sometimes. I'm sure, when I look back on these baby photos when I'm 60, it will help that she's wearing a necklace. Otherwise I know I'll confuse her with one of the boys.
John's reading The Hobbit. He's just a couple chapters away from being done now. It's so great to see him so engrossed in a story. I can't wait till Finn gets to that same place. Then I'll be able to say things like, "Let's forget school work and house work today. We'll just make hot chocolate and popcorn and be cozy and read all day." There's much to be said for simple dreams.
This is a game that's now banned. It's looks innocent enough. Trust me. It's not.
This face cracks me up.
When I look at this picture of Finn, I can actually feel the crispy air filling my lungs.
I cut the boys' hair this week. It was about time.
Winter light & shadows.
With her daddy, the doctor. Dan finished his PhD. We're so proud.
These days. They are so full. They seem to overflow, pouring from one into the next.
While I try to
And I try to hold it all.
But days are liquid, and all I have are these hands to hold them.
I should really think up a better storage solution.
I'm sure I just plagiarized that analogy.
"Immature poets imitate. Mature poets steal." T.S. Eliot
He also said, "Bad poets deface what they take."
I just heard a heavy truck rumbling by, and was suddenly stricken with panic, thinking that I just missed garbage day. Again. But I didn't. So that's good.
This morning I was grinding coffee beans and the smell filled me with a memory of a feeling that was almost tangible, but the harder I tried to remember, the more quickly it left me. But it was fine, cause it felt full of anxiety. I don't really need that.
Aawwwww.... the musings from the postpartum mind. Why do they let me on the internet? Why do I feel the need to type these thoughts out? Maybe it will help you feel more sane. You're welcome.
Anyways. One day I'll be more coherent. I hope.