They’re already using props. And Ian is totally sweaty.
Wanna join us? This magic goes down every Thursday morning at The Sanctuary. The Saturday afternoon Parent & Me yoga twice a month is fantastic as well.
They’re already using props. And Ian is totally sweaty.
Wanna join us? This magic goes down every Thursday morning at The Sanctuary. The Saturday afternoon Parent & Me yoga twice a month is fantastic as well.
We went to Will Rogers State Park for the second day in a row. It’s an easy drive, it’s quiet and beautiful, the street we park on has my DREAM home on it (I have a physical reaction when I see it-weird), and it doesn’t have the humanity that the park brings.
Today, we discovered the horses, and digging in the dirt with sticks. After hours of reading Teeth Are Not For Biting, Sleepy Time, and I Love Christmas, we were due for some fresh air.
Tomorrow will be my second Mother’s Day, my sister’s first and my mother’s thirty fifth. I have mothered my sister and my mother on occasion, and now my sister embarks on mothering her very own as my mother continues to mother us and now grandmother her grandchildren.
Mothering is by far the most profound experience I’ve had. Maybe the most profound experience there is, and whether we choose cloth or disposable, breast milk or formula, cribs or family beds, day care or home school, every mother’s heart cracks when their baby cries. Every mother frets over mysterious runny noses and hurt feelings and stained onesies.
Today my little boy’s hair smelled like sand as I nursed him to sleep. He got over his sand phobia today and discovered the joy of a shovel. This will never happen again, and that is what life looks like with a child. Every day is so challenging and monotonous and ordinary and miraculous.
To my little sister: I love you. I’m so proud of you. Your grace and courage are admirable. I don’t feel the need to impart any wisdom as you’ve been taking care of children since you were a child. I’ll just say I am excited to walk the motherhood path with you, and I really hope our kids get along.
On the day Alice was born, Ian went to the doctor. So many stats to record:
Alice Courtney Blake
5.9.12
4:29am
9lbs 3oz
20.5 inches
Ian on 5.9.12
25.5 lbs
32 inches
8 teeth with two molars coming in.
Obsessed with books.
Words he uses with regularity and varying degrees of clarity:
Current animal sounds:
I’ll leave you with some Milo & Ian action.
And we’re back to the exersaucer. Ian is digging the tunes today, but then he decides he wants a turn and gets a little rough with Milo. Not to worry, Ian was schooled.
My baby sister is bringing her baby into the world as I type…distraction was paramount today. Luckily, we had Erika and Mila and most importantly, bubbles.
Today felt like this.
Today, the entire family was together. Husband and I with Austin and Ian. Had #22s at Dan’s Super Subs, played in the park while Austin had his drum lesson, then went to Austin’s jazz band concert. We even Skyped in the car with my dad and baby sister who will be giving birth to my niece any time now…can’t get more family than that.
It was awesome. Being in the auditorium brought back so many happy memories for me. It reminded me how much I love music.
Ian and I almost didn’t go. We had a very rough day yesterday, which included a lot of time in the car, and I was fearful what this day would bring. The lesson I learned (that I keep learning) is to never stop trying. Because yes, Ian may throw the broccoli on the floor the first five times, but the sixth time he’ll eat five bites. And just because he’s super cranky on an outing doesn’t mean I can never take him anywhere. It was just one day.
After seeing his big brother jam, Ian was inspired.
Tomorrow we head to Long Beach for yet another adventure. Ian and I are getting our photo taken by this genius. I’m so excited despite the fact that I have no hairstyle or clothes I like and didn’t have time to get a pedicure. All vanity has pretty much flown the coop…