Pete and the bike rack

Farmington Bay

Went to Farmington Bay bird refuge this evening for a walk. We love it there and there were birds everywhere chirping and the sky was incredible. I feel close to the spirit being outside and it rejuvenates me. Pete was adorable and he loved riding in his stroller and eating his tiny fruits as he got pushed around. 

Edgar Gets Ready For Bed Craft on Paging Supermom

I had the fun opportunity to create a kid's craft based on a kid's book for the cute site Paging Super Mom. Check it out here.

First Word

Pete's first word (besides some unassociated "mamas") was ball. He started saying it a week ago and I've never said the phrase "Where's your ball?" more in my life.

Also I have to post some of these Pete pictures from a mini photo shoot I did in the backyard a few weeks ago. His outfit coordinated with our worn down fence. So obviously, I had to take some pictures.

So, I'm taking that as a "no"?

Talking with his hands

Grins

GQ

No, really…have you spoken with my agent? 

I call this my "jungle cat". It's fierce.

Where to start?

I've come here to write a post after a long absence about 12 times. How do you just pick up and start writing again? I feel like I need to document everything that's happened to me in the last 3, 4, 5 (how long has it been?) years! That's a daunting task. So I guess I better just start with something and not feel like I have to fill in the gaps. The gaps are documented in notebooks, random slips of paper, and my phone. I'll just think of it as giving my posterity something to compile…like a detective game! Yeah, I like that.

But really, the biggest change since I've written IS my posterity. That would be Pete (so far).

"bbnbbv  bv  bb nbvnv  b mn  nm, nbbvc       bvbn vb bv vbn"

In fact, the little blurb above is from Pete and he was in high heaven while I let him play with the keyboard to produce it. He likes everything he can't have.   Here's a picture of him a few days after we brought him home from the hospital.

Oh man. I better put another one in.

Oops. That was two…What a little squish face! Not nearly as squishy as he is now. He is a champ with so much personality it can hardly be contained in his little (albeit fat) body. Let's just end with a couple more shots of when he was teeny tiny and we were worried he wasn't gaining any weight.

More Pete to come soon with some ramblings from his mom (and maybe his Dad [if he isn't scared and has his blogging pants on]).

I might start posting again

I need a way to journal and have a place to post pictures. Most of the pictures I will be posting are of my baby, so I'm going private. If anyone is still following this blog and you want an invite, let me know.

Later!

M

Pocket Post

Dear Blog,

You are so sad that I haven't written on you in a while. Unfortunately, I have no guarantees that I will be a more faithful writer in the future. Life is just busy. Mostly a good busy.

Dear Persimmon Floral,

19 weddings! In one year! That's a lot! Makes me tired.

Dear Pears & Nectarines from Costco,

You have been so delicious and lovely to have around the house to snack on. My new favorite breakfast is a sliced pear, laughing cow lite cheese, and pita chips. A little sweet, a little savory, a lot awesome!

Dear Zumba,

You make me very aware of my "whiteness", but also make working out soooooooo much fun! And sexy (if I don't look at myself in the mirror).

Dear Mom,

Thanks for being so nice and caring. You helped me out with my lesson, came and cleaned behind my fridge, looked for new sheets for me, and always show how much you love me. I love you!

Dear Raspberry Cream Pie, 

Mmmmmmmm. You were good and gone in about two seconds. We liked your tartness and crumble topping. I'd try you again!

Love,

Megs