Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
The Pumpin Pants
So last weekend, we went to the pumpin pants or, actually, the pumpkin patch. Personally, I think the pumpin pants is a lot more interesting but does not sound very family friendly.
This trip began so joyfully. MRA jumped in the petri dish they call a bounce house. He did not want to get out.
He climbed on tractors
He played.
He had his first ice cream cone.
We picked out pumpins in the pumpin pants.
We missed lunch time and our nap-ortunity. MRA screamed for mo' trator (another hayride) the whole way home. This woke up ASA, who had been napping the entire time (which is why we have no pictures) who was then very hungry and who also cried the whole way home.
MRA continues to ask for mo' trator every day. He, apparently wants the whole family to ride.
Mamma trator, Daddy traator, Morgan trator, Anderson trator, Babba trator, Nanna trator.
Guess where we will be next Sunday. You have 3 guesses and the first 2 don't count.
This trip began so joyfully. MRA jumped in the petri dish they call a bounce house. He did not want to get out.
He petted goats and sheep and ponies, oh my!
He went down the other petri dish - the giant inflatable slide - a bunch of times (sorry about the sideways video).
We went on a hayride (pulled by a trator - tractor) which was MRA's favorite (who knew - he did not seem all that excited).
We missed lunch time and our nap-ortunity. MRA screamed for mo' trator (another hayride) the whole way home. This woke up ASA, who had been napping the entire time (which is why we have no pictures) who was then very hungry and who also cried the whole way home.
MRA continues to ask for mo' trator every day. He, apparently wants the whole family to ride.
Mamma trator, Daddy traator, Morgan trator, Anderson trator, Babba trator, Nanna trator.
Guess where we will be next Sunday. You have 3 guesses and the first 2 don't count.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sometimes a step back is all you need
When I was studying art in college, I often worked diligently up close to my piece. My professors constantly reminded me to step a few feet back from my work periodically so that I could see the whole.
Without fail, whatever I was working on looked different from that perspective and I usually had an idea of what I then needed to do to make progress.
It seems that stepping back from your work (or taking a break) works for more than just creating art. Sometimes one just needs to take a break and when you return to the task at hand, you have a new perspective and know exactly the direction to go in.
MRA experienced this for the first time last week. He had taken ISR swim lessons over the summer. Although he loves swimming under water, he HATES floating on his back and whenever he went to turn, he would do so like a somersault rather than turning on his side.
We took a break and last week he returned for a one week refresher course. This may not look like much to you but trust me, HUGE progress and I am soooo proud.
Without fail, whatever I was working on looked different from that perspective and I usually had an idea of what I then needed to do to make progress.
It seems that stepping back from your work (or taking a break) works for more than just creating art. Sometimes one just needs to take a break and when you return to the task at hand, you have a new perspective and know exactly the direction to go in.
MRA experienced this for the first time last week. He had taken ISR swim lessons over the summer. Although he loves swimming under water, he HATES floating on his back and whenever he went to turn, he would do so like a somersault rather than turning on his side.
We took a break and last week he returned for a one week refresher course. This may not look like much to you but trust me, HUGE progress and I am soooo proud.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
A letter for Christie
My dear friend Christie,
I cannot believe that in just a few short days you are going to be a Mom! It seems like just yesterday we were living in Charleston, spending Saturday nights hopping from bar to bar and Sundays on the beach at IOP - being lazy and recovering from the night before.
I actually don't want to think about how long ago that really was. I prefer to think of it as just yesterday. Now, here we are, all grown up with wonderful husbands and starting families. Who'd a thunk it?
There is so much I would love to tell you about the journey you are about to start. You have been told, I am sure, that your life is about to change.
It is.
And, I am sure you are aware of all the obvious ways that is true. You are going to be up all night and more tired than you have ever been. Date nights will become more important and yet much harder to organize. Your bedtime will get earlier and holidays will become more fun. Your priorities are going to be different, of course. Blah, blah, blah. No revelations there.
There are, however, the ways that being a parent will change you that no one tells you about. They don't tell you because there aren't enough words. These are the deep, profound changes that occur and are unexpected.
Its the way that suddenly you cannot tolerate to hear any story that involves a hurt or hungry child. And probably even more startling is the way your husband who formerly may have thought those stories were sad but now hears them and it brings tears to his eyes.
Its that you don't think that your child's shit stinks... well, at least until s/he starts eating solid foods.
Its that you can contemplate driving your car into a tree after hearing your baby scream for thirty minutes while you are stuck in traffic and NOT be the least bit suicidal.
Its when you are in line at the grocery store and the woman in front of you dressed in what looks to be pajamas is holding a baby dressed only in a diaper and she is buying formula and a six pack of beer and you don't judge her because you can actually come up with a scenario in which you could see yourself doing the same thing.
Its when you you applaud the guy who got on his kid's school bus and threatened to beat the crap out of the boys who were bullying his daughter and after he was released from jail said he would do it again.
Its when hearing the words Hi Mamma and Hi Daddy become your favorites.
Its when you realize that Dr. Seuss books have really thin plots but you will read Go Dog Go 84,000 times because your baby squeals with delight when you get to the part about the party in the tree.
Enjoy it my fiend. You will be great!
XOXO
I cannot believe that in just a few short days you are going to be a Mom! It seems like just yesterday we were living in Charleston, spending Saturday nights hopping from bar to bar and Sundays on the beach at IOP - being lazy and recovering from the night before.
I actually don't want to think about how long ago that really was. I prefer to think of it as just yesterday. Now, here we are, all grown up with wonderful husbands and starting families. Who'd a thunk it?
There is so much I would love to tell you about the journey you are about to start. You have been told, I am sure, that your life is about to change.
It is.
And, I am sure you are aware of all the obvious ways that is true. You are going to be up all night and more tired than you have ever been. Date nights will become more important and yet much harder to organize. Your bedtime will get earlier and holidays will become more fun. Your priorities are going to be different, of course. Blah, blah, blah. No revelations there.
There are, however, the ways that being a parent will change you that no one tells you about. They don't tell you because there aren't enough words. These are the deep, profound changes that occur and are unexpected.
Its the way that suddenly you cannot tolerate to hear any story that involves a hurt or hungry child. And probably even more startling is the way your husband who formerly may have thought those stories were sad but now hears them and it brings tears to his eyes.
Its that you don't think that your child's shit stinks... well, at least until s/he starts eating solid foods.
Its that you can contemplate driving your car into a tree after hearing your baby scream for thirty minutes while you are stuck in traffic and NOT be the least bit suicidal.
Its when you are in line at the grocery store and the woman in front of you dressed in what looks to be pajamas is holding a baby dressed only in a diaper and she is buying formula and a six pack of beer and you don't judge her because you can actually come up with a scenario in which you could see yourself doing the same thing.
Its when you you applaud the guy who got on his kid's school bus and threatened to beat the crap out of the boys who were bullying his daughter and after he was released from jail said he would do it again.
Its when hearing the words Hi Mamma and Hi Daddy become your favorites.
Its when you realize that Dr. Seuss books have really thin plots but you will read Go Dog Go 84,000 times because your baby squeals with delight when you get to the part about the party in the tree.
Enjoy it my fiend. You will be great!
XOXO
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
"Wearing a hat is like having a baby or a puppy; everyone stops to coo and talk about it." (Louise Green)
Six months ago, we could get a hat on his head... now we can't get it off. Last weekend we lost the favorite Polo ball cap. Tragedy was averted, however, with the rediscovery of the Burberry cap.
What is the masculine form of the word DIVA?
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