Fintan was sitting on my lap out on the porch this evening, blowing bubbles towards me and asking me where they popped.
"Where did that one pop?"
"On my shoulder."
"Where did that one pop?"
"On my cheek."
"Where did that one pop?"
"On my tummy."
"Where did that one pop?"
"On my forearm."
"Where's your ten arm?"
*pause* (reflect)
"That's a good question."
Monday, July 13, 2009
Oh dear
I'm sick with a cold today.
And Coen, while nursing, will not stop trying to stick his fingers up my nose...
And Coen, while nursing, will not stop trying to stick his fingers up my nose...
Sunday, July 12, 2009
BraveCoen
So Coen is a one year old. He's huge. He's walking. He's so not a baby anymore. But he will always be my itty bitty baby.
His first birthday party was a blast. The weather was perfect. Everyone was happy and the day couldn't have been better.
Since Coen didn't seem to have a preference about cake decorations I turned to his older brother for suggestions. Fintan was sure Coen needed a toad cake, but we settled on a frog cake and lily pad cupcakes.
Coen loved his squishy frog cake.
Just loved it.
Doesn't he look like he loved it?
Flash forward a few years and he'll be saving Scotland.
But he will still be my itty bitty baby.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Happy 1st Birthday, Coen!
Coen is 1 year old today!
He's more of a walker than a talker but he says "Dada", "Daddy", and "hiss" when you ask him what a snake says.
Tonight he had a cupcake for the first time. We lit a candle on it and then Pat said it was time to sing for Coen. So Fintan started: "This land is your land! This land is my land...!"
Happy Birthday from all of us sweet boy! We love you!
He's more of a walker than a talker but he says "Dada", "Daddy", and "hiss" when you ask him what a snake says.
Tonight he had a cupcake for the first time. We lit a candle on it and then Pat said it was time to sing for Coen. So Fintan started: "This land is your land! This land is my land...!"
Happy Birthday from all of us sweet boy! We love you!
Monday, May 25, 2009
Yoo hoo--it's Memorial Day
I've been a busy little garden bee lately. I'm dividing, planting, watering, sowing seeds, weeding, creating paths and so on and so forth. I went to a plant swap a couple of weeks ago where I learned about a new Yahoo group that facilitates year round plant-swapping in central Indiana. Of course, I joined. And I needed to divide some irises and ferns so I offered the extras up to the group. Today four people came to pick up plants.
Being Memorial Day, I was already thinking of my mom more than usual. Her name was Carol. She passed away in 2003. The first woman who came to pick up plants today was also named Carol. I thought that was a crazy coincidence seeing as how I can't even remember the last time I met someone named Carol. Then two other nice ladies came by for plants. And then the fourth showed up and it turned out that her name was Carol as well. So 50% of the people who came to my house today were named Carol. I think it was my mom's way of reminding me to remember her today.
Then, after all the swapping was over, I emailed the first Carol to thank her for the plants she'd given me, and for some toys she'd added to the mix, and mentioned the crazy coincidence of the names. She emailed back to say that the coincidence went even further. She and her mom shared a favorite flower: the iris, specifically a type they grew when she was a young girl. She also lost her mom in 2003 and always wanted to go back to the house where she grew up to ask for some of the irises there to remember her by, but she never got up the nerve to do so. Since they're an old-fashioned iris variety they aren't available in garden centers anymore. But it turns out that the type I gave her today was identical to the irises in her childhood garden. So when she looks at them she'll be reminded of her mom.
So both of us got to be reminded of our moms in such appropriate ways. It's JUST like my mom to wave her ethereal fingers and say "Yoo hoo! Remember me? Carol? Your loving mother? *tap tap* Is this thing on?"
I remember you, Mom. I think about you often. I'm going to be sure to pass on your pearls of wisdom to my boys, too. Things like: "Don't eat with your fingers--eat with your thumbs." and "If life were fair we'd all have our turn in Ethiopia." I miss you. I love you. So, so much.
Being Memorial Day, I was already thinking of my mom more than usual. Her name was Carol. She passed away in 2003. The first woman who came to pick up plants today was also named Carol. I thought that was a crazy coincidence seeing as how I can't even remember the last time I met someone named Carol. Then two other nice ladies came by for plants. And then the fourth showed up and it turned out that her name was Carol as well. So 50% of the people who came to my house today were named Carol. I think it was my mom's way of reminding me to remember her today.
Then, after all the swapping was over, I emailed the first Carol to thank her for the plants she'd given me, and for some toys she'd added to the mix, and mentioned the crazy coincidence of the names. She emailed back to say that the coincidence went even further. She and her mom shared a favorite flower: the iris, specifically a type they grew when she was a young girl. She also lost her mom in 2003 and always wanted to go back to the house where she grew up to ask for some of the irises there to remember her by, but she never got up the nerve to do so. Since they're an old-fashioned iris variety they aren't available in garden centers anymore. But it turns out that the type I gave her today was identical to the irises in her childhood garden. So when she looks at them she'll be reminded of her mom.
So both of us got to be reminded of our moms in such appropriate ways. It's JUST like my mom to wave her ethereal fingers and say "Yoo hoo! Remember me? Carol? Your loving mother? *tap tap* Is this thing on?"
I remember you, Mom. I think about you often. I'm going to be sure to pass on your pearls of wisdom to my boys, too. Things like: "Don't eat with your fingers--eat with your thumbs." and "If life were fair we'd all have our turn in Ethiopia." I miss you. I love you. So, so much.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Explaining myself
I know I don't have to explain myself. We all have busy lives. But I want to share a little of what's been going on over here. The truth is, I'm happy. After the longest time of not being able to really say that. To really FEEL happy, I'm happy. For a while I thought I'd never be able to feel joy again. I loved my kids, I loved my husband, I loved my home and my life, but I just could not seem to make myself smile. So I started taking an antidepressant about a month ago and the difference it's made is astounding. I have energy. I can smile. I can play. I can do work--even housework--and not feel like I'm drowning in it. It's a good feeling. I've been reveling in it. That's where I've been lately. Reveling.
If you feel like your drowning in your life, please give antidepressants a try. Your loved ones will thank you for it.
If you feel like your drowning in your life, please give antidepressants a try. Your loved ones will thank you for it.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
We're alive and well. Very.
Helping Daddy build a fence
Swinging
He's happiest when he's eating
So is he
The bunny on the other hand...
Fintan ate five of these at Purdue's Bug BowlThe video of that didn't work out, so instead I give you meal worms:
He loved this duckling
He really really
Loved this duckling
If you dare to pick him up while he is doing this he will scream until his feet once again touch the ground.
Puppy strength
Puppy love
He loves his daddy
And so does he
Mommy portrait
Self portrait
I'll say it again, he's happiest when he's eating!(Sorry I dropped off the face of the blogosphere! We're all doing great!)
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