Sunday, November 30, 2008
Willa Ann's first steps!!
November 29th, 2008 Willa Ann took two baby steps from the coffee table to my knee. So proud of my Bitty Bee!!!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
November 08 Update
Oh my chirrens is growin up so fas!
This past weekend I was blessed to be on my own with both children for a couple of days while Bradley participated in a law student non-profit's efforts to assist Katrina victims with home title transfer. I've been on my own for a day at a time before, which just wasn't enough time to get into a flow with them--it was just holding it together until we could return to the "you feed him while I play with her," or "I'll go paint with him while you give her a bath." I am thankful to say that it was one of the best weekends I've ever had as a mother. YES, I'm pretty exhausted, and YES another mother I know told me I looked tired at Storytime on Saturday, YES I was counting the minutes until my sweet hubby came back up our driveway---but I went to work missing my babies more than ever yesterday, and for that pain I am most thankful. Hard to explain other than to ask if the thought of the expression or some gesture belonging to somebody you miss has ever brought a smile to your face along with the wince to your heart. That smile and the pinch of love are glorious gifts--that's what I'm talking about.
Anywho--before my bar-tee runs out on my laptop, I'd better get to talking about the babies, which is why you are all here anyway.
Best story from the weekend about Charlie Mac: He came up to me with a (broken) handheld fan I got as a giveaway from Prilosec at work. It has a long string attached to it and it's purple. He held it out to me and implored "Will you put this on my head? I need it on my head." Well.
I wasn't about to put the string around his neck--immediate images of strangulation dancing in my brain. I shot from the hip and plopped it on his hairline, unicorn style...and hit paydirt. He put his little hand up there to hold it in place, looked at me with utmost gravity and stated "I can fly now." He demonstrated by running around the kitchen, den, dining and breakfast rooms with the sound effect of rushing air. Later, when we were going to the grocery store and he told me that he would prefer to fly there, I asked him if he could please bring his fan and help the car fly to the store. He agreed after a moment or two of consideration.
Yes Charlie Mac, I'd say you can certainly fly now.
Willa Ann, oh my sweet little baby girl. She is a hoot--the most vocal little child I have ever seen/heard. She coos and cusses and laughs and squeals, all to our delight. She is really thinking about walking already. She stands on her own for seconds at a time and really looks hard at the distance between the coffee table and sofa before deciding that she's going to have to crawl after all. She is so full of such a very strong personality that I know will serve her well in her life if she allows her kindness to have equal sway. She's a sweet baby--patting Guero on the head and saying "GuhGuh" and sharing her cheerios with him on purpose occasionally. She lives for her brother--screaming with glee when she first sees him in the morning and grabbing at him with her little bitty hands. I hope that their relationship is one that they can maintain through life's stretchy bits.
I need to take more pictures, I know. Damn unnatural government forced 8-5, 5 day a week work mandate (originated by Ford to retain more workers and therefore turn higher profit). We got some beautiful portraits taken a few months ago, and I need to get the link to post on here. I wish we could afford to get everyone in our families prints of some, but that just ain't the case these days. Stay tuned and I'll get them up here and y'all can get the ones you want.
This past weekend I was blessed to be on my own with both children for a couple of days while Bradley participated in a law student non-profit's efforts to assist Katrina victims with home title transfer. I've been on my own for a day at a time before, which just wasn't enough time to get into a flow with them--it was just holding it together until we could return to the "you feed him while I play with her," or "I'll go paint with him while you give her a bath." I am thankful to say that it was one of the best weekends I've ever had as a mother. YES, I'm pretty exhausted, and YES another mother I know told me I looked tired at Storytime on Saturday, YES I was counting the minutes until my sweet hubby came back up our driveway---but I went to work missing my babies more than ever yesterday, and for that pain I am most thankful. Hard to explain other than to ask if the thought of the expression or some gesture belonging to somebody you miss has ever brought a smile to your face along with the wince to your heart. That smile and the pinch of love are glorious gifts--that's what I'm talking about.
Anywho--before my bar-tee runs out on my laptop, I'd better get to talking about the babies, which is why you are all here anyway.
Best story from the weekend about Charlie Mac: He came up to me with a (broken) handheld fan I got as a giveaway from Prilosec at work. It has a long string attached to it and it's purple. He held it out to me and implored "Will you put this on my head? I need it on my head." Well.
I wasn't about to put the string around his neck--immediate images of strangulation dancing in my brain. I shot from the hip and plopped it on his hairline, unicorn style...and hit paydirt. He put his little hand up there to hold it in place, looked at me with utmost gravity and stated "I can fly now." He demonstrated by running around the kitchen, den, dining and breakfast rooms with the sound effect of rushing air. Later, when we were going to the grocery store and he told me that he would prefer to fly there, I asked him if he could please bring his fan and help the car fly to the store. He agreed after a moment or two of consideration.
Yes Charlie Mac, I'd say you can certainly fly now.
Willa Ann, oh my sweet little baby girl. She is a hoot--the most vocal little child I have ever seen/heard. She coos and cusses and laughs and squeals, all to our delight. She is really thinking about walking already. She stands on her own for seconds at a time and really looks hard at the distance between the coffee table and sofa before deciding that she's going to have to crawl after all. She is so full of such a very strong personality that I know will serve her well in her life if she allows her kindness to have equal sway. She's a sweet baby--patting Guero on the head and saying "GuhGuh" and sharing her cheerios with him on purpose occasionally. She lives for her brother--screaming with glee when she first sees him in the morning and grabbing at him with her little bitty hands. I hope that their relationship is one that they can maintain through life's stretchy bits.
I need to take more pictures, I know. Damn unnatural government forced 8-5, 5 day a week work mandate (originated by Ford to retain more workers and therefore turn higher profit). We got some beautiful portraits taken a few months ago, and I need to get the link to post on here. I wish we could afford to get everyone in our families prints of some, but that just ain't the case these days. Stay tuned and I'll get them up here and y'all can get the ones you want.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Willa Ann eating some peas
No longer limited to cheerios and saltines, Willa Ann has graduated to feeding herself little pieces of steamed veggies. Here we see her showcasing this new skill with peas...
Cosmo with the babies....
Can you believe how nice Senor is to the babies? Much more patient than he has ever been with us mere two leggers!
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