July2
My teeny tiny itty bitty (15 month old) baby is walking. I’ve waxed on about it here.
Really walking. None of this one or two step playing around. She can walk from the living room to the bedroom to the kitchen. She also destroys everything in her path. I guess she has been walking for a while, but I’m just now getting around to writing about it. I needed a little time to sit with it, the walking.
I remember once, when Norah was just a few days old, crying about how fast she was growing. I was sitting on the couch holding her and watching TV and some commercial came on, something about growing up or grandkids or kids getting cars. Or maybe it was a commercial about apple pie. It’s anyone’s guess really, because I cried about everything for a good two weeks after her birth. Anyway, the commercial made me cry because it made me realize that Norah was 5 days old and that was so old and she was only going to be 5 days old for a few more hours and then she would NEVER be 5 days old again! Good gracious, at that rate I was going to be a grandma within the month and I was not ready to be a grandma!
So I just sat there and held my tiny baby and cried about becoming a grandma. It was strange.
Sitting there on that couch over a year ago I didn’t even want to think about Norah walking. I just could not imagine how that could be fun or exciting. I’ve had several people tell me that I would grow up with Norah, that I would eventually get past the weepy stuff, the crying about the growing baby. I thought it was all crazy talk. But I’ve come to find that it is true. I have grown up with Norah, and when I watched her face light up as she walked between Jasmine and me or Rusty and me, crashing into us and giggling, there was nothing but love and awe and excitement. As much as I loved having a newborn, I may love having a 1 year old even more.
Readers, what are your experiences with growing up with your kids?
June4
My husband and I have been married three years yesterday. He is a pretty amazing man.A couple of months ago Garrett asked me to write out a list of things I wanted in/out of my life. I felt silly…. His list included: “run for congress, learn to fly a plane” My list looked a bit like this;
-Always have a beautiful home where people feel comfortable and safe.
-Keep fresh flowers in the house at all times
-Cook meals that make people feel good.
There were other things on the list. For example, I want to learn to play guitar. But my list was nothing like Garrett’s. He has such grand aspirations. My aspirations were more focused around raising a family to love and respect the Lord and to make my how an mantle for people to feel welcomed and loved. I gave Garrett my list and then forgot about it. A couple of days after he came home from work with a hand full of flowers. He informed me that he wanted to help fulfill the things I want out of my life and if having fresh flowers in my home adds value to my life, he could do that. Since then, he has showed up every other Friday with fresh flowers. The picture above are the most recent. I think they are so beautiful! This gesture is just one of many that Garrett is doing to make sure that my quality of life is what I hope it to be. Although I know he is not responsible for always making me happy, it overwhelms me that he has such a desire to fulfill my wants and help me live life to the fullest.
Maybe I will, eventually, come up with some better things on my list like, Become a New York Times Best Selling Author…” For now, though, I will just sit and look at my flowers. They are the simple joys that help remind me that life is beautiful!
June4
So I’m pretty set on waiting a while to have another baby. I want to spend more Norah and Sensei time.
(Sidenote: Norah does not say ‘mama’. She can say ‘daddy’ ‘cat’ ‘no’ ’stop’ ‘bad’ good’ ‘don’t’ ‘thank you’ ’please’ and ‘uh oh’, but she does not say ‘mama’. She does, however, click her tongue at me, and yesterday she called me ’Sensei’. I think we will go with that.)
I’m just not ready to be growing any babies yet. But I have no qualms growing absolutely adorable baby tomatos!
Look how cute they are!
Also, I live in Arkansas. It is a landlocked state. It takes at least 8 hours to drive to the nearest beach. So, since I live 8 hours from the nearest beach and I don’t make a habit of eat seafood in my garden, could someone please explain to me why I have a teeny crab claw in my radishes?
