Friday, April 24, 2015


Last Friday we were playing in my room. You of course were naked except a diaper, because you have some eczema we are trying to clear up, and because you are adorable in just a diaper, and because dressing you is a wrestling match and I was still gathering my stamina.
We were playing in my room and you had the beach ball you use in the tub, rolling around with it, bear hugging it. Then you got distracted by the plugs in the wall, which lead to you getting distracted by my legs, which lead to you getting distracted by the chair and pulling yourself up to stand over me. Looking down at me. Curly hairs and baby skin all aglow from the sun, it was late afternoon. Big brown eyes, you must have the wisdom of the ages in them, how old are you, baby boy?
You stood for a minute looking at me, my wise little one.
Then you lunge for me, give me hugs and big open mouth kisses where you press those two bottom teeth into my jawline, and you are my baby again, 10-almost-11 months old.
I knew that being a mother would be good, but watching this little person inside you make his way out, I didn't know anything could be so good.

Weeks 9-15

At the Botanical Gardens as a family before our pass runs out, standing and staring at that desert scenery.
Sunday bike ride a few days after Abe got his bike helmut. HE LOVED IT. And then he took a little nap with his forehead on the handle (see above).
Essence is my new favorite restaurant and I think it is Abe's too. We were both big fans of the chocolate croissant.
My little photographer in the making.
Warm enough for swimming, big enough to be tossed by Dad = the best life ever.
Easter Egg hunting on Easter Sunday. This picture melts me. He looks so handsome and serious and grown up.

So as you can see, we are keeping the child alive and healthy. Goodness we love him.

52 weeks 2015!!!!

I'm trying again. Here we go!!!

Zoo Lights in Portland wearing a new hat from a lovely great-aunt :)
Back at home and back to the stair! Mastering them and drooling like crazy (teething although the teeth didn't come in for about another 6 weeks).
You know how on Pinterest you see all those adorable monthly baby montages where the baby is holding the number of months they are old?
Sadly Abe will never have one of those. I remembered to do it with the number thing maybe 3 times?
I actually took this picture the last day Abe was 7 months old. Cheating? Maybe.
And a few questions I have:
1. When your baby can't sit up how the heck do you get the picture of them sitting up and holding the number?
2. When your baby can sit up how the heck do you get them to sit still and hold the number so that it is upright?
Monthly montage lessons needed over here, please.
8 months old at the Botanical Gardens. Chatty and curious as ever.
Something about these curtains fascinates him.
I know this picture is blurry and look at that busy background, but ABE! He made this face all the time for a few weeks and for suck a quick second that this is the best I caught it on camera. Oh how I love that scrunched up nose. It's almost like a snarl, but I don't think he meant it.
Just sleeping like the angel he is in his car seat.
Again, something about these curtains.