Thursday, October 26, 2006
Pumpkin "Farm"
We drove out to Swwet Berry Farms on Saturday last weekend (they are a farm but don't grow pumpkins). I had put it off waiting for cooler weather and the weekdays had been wonderfully chilly, but Saturday was less than autumnal. We sought out shade, especially since Destiny's family was with us, inlcuding 8 day old Pablo! Oh, I am amazed by how well they are all doing. As my friend Michele said, "Some people make it look easy." Honey sure was happy to get her ya-yas out with Bowie. They ran and ran, and climbed pumpkin mounds, and slid off the haybale, and painted pumpkins, and ate freshmade, churned ice cream (we adults all went for the pumkin while the kids chose strawberry), pulled wagons. They have so much energy. I have so little.
By the way, I'm feeling lots better. He's such a wonderful, funny, sweet boy. And I am a strong mama that will help him through this...(that's what I keep telling myself)
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Sometimes it's Hard Too
I am personally having a bit of a hard time. Bowie is teething his upper 2 year molars. And never napping. I sleep on his bed next to him and wake up to him whispering, playing and reading. It's sweet, I get to nap, but he sure needs to nap as well.
And he hurt his friend Friday. Bleeding and bruised on the head by a stick thrown in very close proximity. I cried and cried all night. I was so mad at him and so disappointed in myself for not raising a totally pacifist child and afraid of the future. And so upset with myself for being so shaken; I mean it is normal and natural.
And he hurt his friend Friday. Bleeding and bruised on the head by a stick thrown in very close proximity. I cried and cried all night. I was so mad at him and so disappointed in myself for not raising a totally pacifist child and afraid of the future. And so upset with myself for being so shaken; I mean it is normal and natural.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Happy Birthday Honey
Monday, October 16, 2006
Birthday Masks
Friday, October 13, 2006
Pablo
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Des Called Between Contractions
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Storyteller
i had forgotten that he called himself this. he put that stool in the middle of the carpet, chose his books, told me the stories as well as he could remember or interpret through the drawings, and he called himself a stoyrteller. for an hour afterwards, he asked, "aren't i a great storyteller?" or congratulated himself on being a great storyteller.
this is one of the reasons i am so addicted to photographs. i had forgotten, and this photo with his finger pointing, brought that memory back to me. i so want to cherish these moments but they can get lost. and found.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
The House Where Papa Grew Up
Last weekend we went to visit Chris' parents. They still live in the house where they raised their two boys. We sleep in the room that Chris shared with his brother their whole childhoods, until Peter left for college. It is lovely and comforting to be in such a lived in home. Bowie read many books that were read to Chris. Bowie played the family piano. Very sweet.
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