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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
SWEET POTATO
We all loaded up and went to the Perez' house last night for hunters' special and cornbread muffins, red wine and some baby time with Davis. Erin and Craig Price joined us and IV had a marvelous time - this was his first time to be around Baby Davis so I was curious about how he would act.
Davis was asleep in his swing when we got there. IV went to check it out and TRIED TO PLANT A BIG OL' SMACKER ON DAVIS! He tried to kiss him! With a big ol' cheerio filled slobbery mouth. We settled for kissing Davis' on the leg and arm, NOT on the face as IV wanted to but I was seriously impressed with how sweet he was to the baby.
And then he threw a leg up into the swing trying to get into it with the baby.
Sigh.
IV also tried to give Davis a cheerio - he is seriously good at sharing, which impresses me like crazy.
Watching the flurry of activity around a 6 week old and a 1 1/2 year old was pretty amazing - I can't imagine my sweet girls that are managing this same situation right now day in and day out.
Watching the kiddos made me wistful for more. I will be ready for more some day. They are such amazing little blessings, full of love, dependence, faith.
I sat down in the hallway talking to Linds and Erin while Erin did her hair and IV came up and plopped in my lap with his milk while we chatted away.
"Mama" he said and looked up at me.
"I can't wait for that" Lindsay said.
And boy, how I don't ever want it to go away. Pretty soon IV, you're going to be in school and playing sports and calling girls and driving and then going away to college...
Right now? I just want you to stay in my lap forever.
Davis was asleep in his swing when we got there. IV went to check it out and TRIED TO PLANT A BIG OL' SMACKER ON DAVIS! He tried to kiss him! With a big ol' cheerio filled slobbery mouth. We settled for kissing Davis' on the leg and arm, NOT on the face as IV wanted to but I was seriously impressed with how sweet he was to the baby.
And then he threw a leg up into the swing trying to get into it with the baby.
Sigh.
IV also tried to give Davis a cheerio - he is seriously good at sharing, which impresses me like crazy.
Watching the flurry of activity around a 6 week old and a 1 1/2 year old was pretty amazing - I can't imagine my sweet girls that are managing this same situation right now day in and day out.
Watching the kiddos made me wistful for more. I will be ready for more some day. They are such amazing little blessings, full of love, dependence, faith.
I sat down in the hallway talking to Linds and Erin while Erin did her hair and IV came up and plopped in my lap with his milk while we chatted away.
"Mama" he said and looked up at me.
"I can't wait for that" Lindsay said.
And boy, how I don't ever want it to go away. Pretty soon IV, you're going to be in school and playing sports and calling girls and driving and then going away to college...
Right now? I just want you to stay in my lap forever.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
MIDNIGHT IN HER EYES
To my friend Grace, I feel you sister.
Some days are just:
Crying.
Pacifier.
Sleep.
Crying.
Sippy with milk.
Cameron Diaz on Sesame Street.
Shower.
Dress.
Peep toe pumps.
Robeez.
Backpacks.
Dog food in bowl.
Eli is out.
Out in the street.
Now he is back.
Work.
Work.
Lunch.
Email.
Phones.
Bills.
Pick up punk, so happy.
Grins and waves.
In the BOB, run miles. Sweat.
More sippy with milk.
Pasta face.
Send in the cleaning crew.
Dishwasher on.
Bath.
Footie pajamas.
Sleep.
Wine.
Movie.
Sleep.
Some days are just:
Crying.
Pacifier.
Sleep.
Crying.
Sippy with milk.
Cameron Diaz on Sesame Street.
Shower.
Dress.
Peep toe pumps.
Robeez.
Backpacks.
Dog food in bowl.
Eli is out.
Out in the street.
Now he is back.
Work.
Work.
Lunch.
Email.
Phones.
Bills.
Pick up punk, so happy.
Grins and waves.
In the BOB, run miles. Sweat.
More sippy with milk.
Pasta face.
Send in the cleaning crew.
Dishwasher on.
Bath.
Footie pajamas.
Sleep.
Wine.
Movie.
Sleep.
Monday, November 9, 2009
SHAGGIN' ON THE BOULEVARD
IV and I cruised out to take some real estate photos before sunset on Saturday and as we drove down the Seawall, I just had to stop and get out for a walk.
The light was INCREDIBLE. It was about 5:15 and a front was moving in - waves were building and the surfers were out in droves. Loitering the Seawall from their passenger seats, wetsuit legs draped over the lip of the concrete curb.
Families were out on blankets, playing in the sand, soaking up the final minutes of the day.
There was a drum duo, a rasta man who let IV play his little conga drum - IV's eyes were wide with amazement. He kept looking from one man to the other, so intensely. It made me wonder if there was a spirit, something inside these men, so intently keeping the rhythm, that connected with IV's soul and mind. He just could not stop staring at them.
We saw a young boy standing high on top of a concrete pillar at Menard Park, making a proclamation of sorts, preaching whatever young boys preach about basketball, bubblegum and girls, most likely.
We walked to Murdochs and gave her a big, ol' hug. She is magnificent. She is bright and shiny and blue with perfectly striped awnings. The waves lap against her strong foundation. We can tell that she just can't wait for summer's crowds, ice cream and sunscreen.
We walked past the lonely Flagship. We saw this message crafted out of trash on the beach next to her - "BEST CASE" it read. IV and I are not so sure about that.
Summer is drawing to a close. IV and I inhaled the last of the dusk and loaded up, headed for home.
Goodbye sweet Summer - we will miss you dearly.
The light was INCREDIBLE. It was about 5:15 and a front was moving in - waves were building and the surfers were out in droves. Loitering the Seawall from their passenger seats, wetsuit legs draped over the lip of the concrete curb.
Families were out on blankets, playing in the sand, soaking up the final minutes of the day.
There was a drum duo, a rasta man who let IV play his little conga drum - IV's eyes were wide with amazement. He kept looking from one man to the other, so intensely. It made me wonder if there was a spirit, something inside these men, so intently keeping the rhythm, that connected with IV's soul and mind. He just could not stop staring at them.
We saw a young boy standing high on top of a concrete pillar at Menard Park, making a proclamation of sorts, preaching whatever young boys preach about basketball, bubblegum and girls, most likely.
We walked to Murdochs and gave her a big, ol' hug. She is magnificent. She is bright and shiny and blue with perfectly striped awnings. The waves lap against her strong foundation. We can tell that she just can't wait for summer's crowds, ice cream and sunscreen.
We walked past the lonely Flagship. We saw this message crafted out of trash on the beach next to her - "BEST CASE" it read. IV and I are not so sure about that.
Summer is drawing to a close. IV and I inhaled the last of the dusk and loaded up, headed for home.
Goodbye sweet Summer - we will miss you dearly.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
FROM HEAD TO FOOT
Something about this month's masthead made me so incredibly happy - it's like a veil was lifted and - POW! Color!
It also doesn't hurt that it features my one-and-only, the infamous punk, IV.
And somehow it feels like the theme of this month - to lift the veil, to burst forth with brightness and vivaciousness and just GO FOR IT!
I'm making lists people, watch out!
xoxo
Liz
It also doesn't hurt that it features my one-and-only, the infamous punk, IV.
And somehow it feels like the theme of this month - to lift the veil, to burst forth with brightness and vivaciousness and just GO FOR IT!
I'm making lists people, watch out!
xoxo
Liz
BECOMING
I am surrounded by amazing women. Women who are strong, confident, trustworthy, brilliant and beautiful.
I am blessed to have them to guide me and shine their amazing attitudes on me.
Because I need it.
Have a wonderful weekend - may Bob Marley play in your heart all afternoon!
One Love! One Heart!
Let's get together and feel all right.
Hear the children cryin' - One Love!
Hear the children cryin' - One Heart!,
Sayin': give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Sayin': let's get together and feel all right!
I am blessed to have them to guide me and shine their amazing attitudes on me.
Because I need it.
Have a wonderful weekend - may Bob Marley play in your heart all afternoon!
One Love! One Heart!
Let's get together and feel all right.
Hear the children cryin' - One Love!
Hear the children cryin' - One Heart!,
Sayin': give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Sayin': let's get together and feel all right!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
FRUSTRATED
With this logo.
With this broken toe.
With my attitude.
With my desire to eat and the recognition that I do not need to.
With the emptiness of this office.
And the thought that I could be hanging out with IV today, enjoying this beautiful weather, instead.
With the meeting I'm about to have to go into.
With this shirt because the sequins are rubbing my arms and making them scratchy and irritated.
Maybe if I write all this down, it won't be as frustrating anymore?
With this broken toe.
With my attitude.
With my desire to eat and the recognition that I do not need to.
With the emptiness of this office.
And the thought that I could be hanging out with IV today, enjoying this beautiful weather, instead.
With the meeting I'm about to have to go into.
With this shirt because the sequins are rubbing my arms and making them scratchy and irritated.
Maybe if I write all this down, it won't be as frustrating anymore?
Monday, November 2, 2009
PJ PAJAMMIE-JAM AND THE FUNKY BUNCH
I think I speak for all parents when I say this to the time change:
F YOU.
Hey Time Change! Maybe YOU should try keeping a toddler up for an extra hour in order to stay on schedule!
Because feeding them sweetarts? IT DOESN'T WORK.
It just makes them drool.
So IV woke up at 3 AM.
And went back to sleep.
Mommy did not.
He woke up at 4 AM.
And went back to sleep.
Mommy was still awake.
And he woke up at 5 AM.
And did NOT go back to sleep.
So Mommy went and scooped his arse up and dumped him in the bed with us.
Now, I personally did not choose to have a family bed.
I like my space.
I dislike elbows and feet in my ribs. And in my face.
But, there are times, like this morning, when it's easy to understand why people opt for it.
Introducing PJ Pajammie-Jam and his unique 'fro:
F YOU.
Hey Time Change! Maybe YOU should try keeping a toddler up for an extra hour in order to stay on schedule!
Because feeding them sweetarts? IT DOESN'T WORK.
It just makes them drool.
So IV woke up at 3 AM.
And went back to sleep.
Mommy did not.
He woke up at 4 AM.
And went back to sleep.
Mommy was still awake.
And he woke up at 5 AM.
And did NOT go back to sleep.
So Mommy went and scooped his arse up and dumped him in the bed with us.
Now, I personally did not choose to have a family bed.
I like my space.
I dislike elbows and feet in my ribs. And in my face.
But, there are times, like this morning, when it's easy to understand why people opt for it.
Introducing PJ Pajammie-Jam and his unique 'fro:
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