Making : Photo albums from our first four years of marriage. I started this project on our first anniversary… and never got around to actually ordering any of the books.
Cooking : HA. I haven’t cooked more than just simple reheating since Henry was born, thanks to the generosity of our friends, family, and church. The endless string of covered dishes that people have brought our way might be one of my favorite parts of new baby life.
Drinking : Watermelon coolers – recipe coming soon!
Reading: Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend, but when my “maternity leave” ends next week, it will be back to critical sources for my dissertation while I nurse and rock.
Looking: Back through the pictures from when James’ family visited this past weekend and met Henry for the first time.
Playing: Bachelorette recap podcasts and the “4th of July” Pandora station that James has carefully curated over the years – American music at it’s finest.
Wasting: Time when Henry naps and I should be doing productive things, but instead I do things like paint my toenails and read magazines.
Sewing:.Not actually any, but I did contemplate taking in the sides of Henry’s clothes since he is crazy long and skinny. But as that is madness, I am just feeding him lots and willing him to fatten up.
Wishing: Both for Henry to fall asleep quickly for every nap wherever I put him, and for him to only want to sleep in my arms.
Enjoying: Silicon Valley. James and I have really struggled to find a show that we like watching together, especially a good comedy. SV, is proving pretty funny.
Waiting: For Bachelor in Paradise to start- I’m kind of over this season already, in spite of my initial high hopes for JoJo. (Wells- I loved you. I wanted you to be the dark horse contestant, à la Jef from Emily’s season.)
Liking: The period each morning before his first nap where Henry and I just lay in bed and converse about the day, even if I do all the talking and he just makes big eye movements.
Wondering: When he will start smiling at us in response to the many antics that we already do all around him.
Loving: These lactation cookies, partially because they are delicious, partially because they work, and partially because when you call them lactation cookies, no one will try to eat them.
Hoping: That I can get some pool time in sometime soon- my pasty self is in desperate need.
Marveling: At Henry’s tiny hands and how the latch onto my fingers.
Needing: Sleep- always more sleep.
Wearing: Whatever fits- which changes by the day.
Following: Instagrammers who live in Alaska. Not sure why, but their feeds have my heart these days.I especially love this one.
Noticing: That my wardrobe is woefully not nursing friendly and that my hair is falling out in chunks- thanks, Henry.
Knowing: That all the things that drive me crazy about these newborn days will be over all too soon.
Thinking: How thankful I am that August Recess starts early this year, and that means we get James home a lot more.
Feeling: All of the emotions, all of the time, but mostly feeling happy with how life looks right now. I am exhausted, there is so much stress looming on the horizon, and some days I get overwhelmed with the enormity of the responsibility of parenthood. But in the midst of it all, I am deeply happy.
Bookmarking: Information about flying with babies… Henry and I are taking his first trip next week!
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramHeavy is the hand that holds the cake pop. 💞Valentine’s Day had a rough start (because toddler tantrums and bakeries across town being out of their special holiday pastry after you endured said tantrum to make the trek there), but the day was redeemed with homemade cake pops, enthusiastic friends, and no restraints in sprinkles application. After naps we strolled around the neighborhood delivering them to friends. Henry has made this day a verb and keeps on asking if he can “Valentines more people,” which means shower the people he loves with things he loves. And that is the very heart of what we should celebrate today, in all its inclusive and platonic goodness.Etta is a constant reminder of when I last got my hair cut (9 months next week). She’s also my saving grace on days like today, when a certain toddler just about did me in with his need and she’s all like “Go ahead and neglect me mom, it’s cool. I’ll just giggle at you from across the house and grin until you’ve got a second to tend to my very simple and logical needs. And when The Loud One takes every. Single. Toy. Away. I shall just merely persevere and amuse myself for 45 minutes with a spoon I found under the couch. Ladies gotta look out for each other. PS: I did spit up in your hair when you weren’t looking. Really gotta get those mangy ends trimmed.”