{pretty, happy, funny, real}

** ~ Capturing the contentment in everyday life ~ **

LOVE this concept from Like Mother, Like Daughter, and I think I'm going to try it out for a few weeks.

{pretty}

I am not a gardener by nature, but I do appreciate lovely plants when I see them.  This Monday, I got it in my head that I wanted to have mums in our front yard.  Over the summer, I planted a few marigolds by the front walk.  They brought me so much pleasure in the summer months that I wanted the same burst of color for fall.  I marched into Home Depot with my stroller and diaper bag and asked a poor, random worker to help me with mulch and plants and shifting hiking backpacks around in my trunk to make room.  Poor guy. It all was worth it though, and I now look out our front door many times a day to see my cheerful, yellow flowers.

{happy}

The simple joys.  

{funny}

While I do think the part where Stephen falls over is funny, my husband's commentary at the end really gets me.  "Don't look!  It's a bloodbath!"

{real}

My choir is singing Palestrina's "Super Flumina Babylonis" this Sunday for Mass.  Some pieces send chills down my back as we sing them in church--somehow the composer manages to capture the mystery and beauty of the Real Presence.    If you are not familiar with Palestrina's haunting, drifting harmonics, please listen.  This is as real as music gets.

11 Months

It's hard to believe that my little man is 11 months old today!  

I am surprised by how nostalgic I feel right now.  I kind of expected be like this when Stephen turned 1 year old.  You know, I'd remember what I was doing and how I felt a year ago and such.... and I'm sure I will.  It just feels like Stephen's development has exploded over the past month, and it's getting very easy to see the toddler coming out in him.   I mean, the other day, he took some steps.  STEPS.  I think walking is still a ways off, but he TRIED IT.  

He looks at me with this hysterical, bored expression when I try to feed him purees.  He's pretty much saying to me "C'mon, Mom, what do you think I am... 6 months old? Give me some finger foods!" 

He's even....dare I say it... getting some hair!  Not much, but it's getting longer, and it's still that beautiful golden color that is such a delightful surprise to me.  I never expected, with Steve as his daddy, to have a blondie boy... but here he is. 

I'm having lots of fun thinking about and planning his first birthday party over Columbus Day weekend.  We're making it sort of "fall-themed," since the food and decorations are so yummy and pretty.  Plus, he's our "pumpkin boy," which is what Steve and I called him when we knew that we were having an October baby.   So I think I'll make some sort of pumpkin cake.  Anyways.  It's been fun to plan and I am really looking forward to it. 

So Happy Eleven Months, my sweet little boy.  I have treasured your baby year so very much, and I am so proud of the friendly and happy soul that you are.  You are a dear blessing to all who know you... your middle name, Stephen Benedict, is incredibly prophetic. 

The Annual Picking of the Apples

It's such a shame to wake a sleeping baby, even if you are in the middle of an apple orchard.  :)  Steve and I hung around outside the car for awhile, until our excitement for apples got the better of us.

Stephen, for the first time, actually LIKED the backpack carrier.  He seems to finally fit into it well, and he babbled away as Steve walked him into the orchard. 

This has to be one of my all-time favorite pictures of Stephen.  Sometimes he takes a picture where I think to myself, "Where on earth has my little baby gone?  And who is this boy?"  His unadulterated excitement about everything--apples included-- is so much fun to watch.  

"Whoa!  An APPLE!"

After he picked his apple, Stephen was very pleased with himself.  He was content to hold the apple, turn it, lick it, bite it, poke it, and inspect every inch of it while Steve and I filled up our bushel with Braeburns and Honeycrisps.

We packed a picnic, and found a tiny shady spot by the pond to spread out and enjoy lunch.  It was one of those moments where you catch yourself and realize how idyllic and precious the moment is.   I am so grateful to God for a year of moments like this: 

                                                                           And this:

                                                                         And this.

 :) ~ CEM.

A Comedy of Errors

Throwback to my college philosophy class and logic proofs.

A.  Our darling boy does not sleep well when teething.
B.  Two new teeth are coming through. 
THEREFORE:
C. Mom and Dad are walking around in a haze of sleeplessness. 

I think it works like that, from what I remember. 

Last night, Stephen got up at 9:00, 11:00, 1:00, and 4:30.   Visions of Stephen's newborn days were floating in front of my tired eyes.  We gave him a dose of Tylenol at 1:00 am, and Stephen promptly gagged, spat it all over himself, and drooled it all over dad's shirt.  

My poor husband.   I speak for all parents, when I assert that some nights are harder than others.  There's no rhyme or reason to it: some nights you wake up and are able to function decently well, and other nights every muscle in your body screams "UMM, EXCUSE ME? WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?" 
This night just so happened to be one of those nights.

So my wonderful life partner, soul mate, and bestest friend gets.... a tiny bit ticked off.  He sighs, takes Stephen's dirty diaper that we just changed, and goes to throw it in the diaper pail.  Except that he throws it... just a bit too hard. 

I hear a bang.  There's a momentary pause, and then I see Steve stomp down the stairs, muttering incoherently, and come back with a broom.   I poke my head into the nursery to see what's going on, and there is layer of what looks like freshly fallen snow over everything.  Apparently, when diapers are thrown with force they explode into drifts and piles of white dust that smell like pee.  Who knew?

For the good of all involved, I stayed in the other room with Stephen, trying to get him sleepy again.  However, all the action has him really excited--he keeps craning to look out of the room. I think that in his opinion, this night was shaping up to be quite the stellar experience.  

Steve finishes his clean-up, and doesn't want to walk all the way back down to the basement to put the broom away.... so he tosses it down the stairs.  Unfortunately, his finger is in the way, and the wire gashes a cut into his skin.   Cue stomping into the bathroom and lots of faucet noises.  Stephen's night just got more interesting. 

After some time, the baby is settled, and Steve comes back to bed.  There has been no conversation AT ALL between us.... again, some things are best left until morning.  I turn the light off, roll over, and there is a momentary pause.  

Almost at the same moment, he and I look at each other and burst into side-splitting laughter.   

CONCLUSION: Never, ever a dull moment with a baby.