Sunday, August 25, 2013

34/52

A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.


I posted this picture on Instagram a few days ago and already had a different photo from my DSLR flagged as the one to use for this week's 52 photo but this one turned out to be my favorite of the week.

Eddy woke up from his nap on Friday and I scooped him up to sit in my lap as I do most days. I was wearing a Mexican dress with bright embroidery on it and still fuzzy from his sleep, he sat and named all the colors over and over again. I confirmed every color he said - if you don't repeat it back then they don't know you heard them - and studied his little lips as he worked on each word. That little post-nap peace is just the break I need from the frenzied work that happens while he sleeps.

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Joining Jodi.





Friday, August 23, 2013

T-GIF!

Pantsless pool toss party...




... is exactly what you were thinking about doing today, too, right?

There's a bit of censorship here for obvious reasons. Tim asked me to also censor the hair on his back but that would've taken too damn long.

JK! LOVE YA, TT!




Thursday, August 22, 2013

#tbt

I recently started digging up old photos of Eddy - funny to use the word "old" when referring to a baby - for Throwback Thursday on Instagram and wanted to share some of that love on dee blog.

We snapped this picture last summer at my parents' house in Colorado and have it framed on a shelf in Eddy's toy room. I love everything about it: his fat baby face, his arm on her leg, the fact that they are both smiling.

The thing I love most about it though is that Eddy carries it around with him sometimes and seems so happy when he looks at it.

Love.







Wednesday, August 21, 2013

What I've learned from watching Parenthood

I've learned to stand in doorways and watch.


Adam and Kristina are really good at this.

I watch Parenthood here and there while Ed naps and I do computer work. I just started season 3. It somehow feels like a more responsible decision than Real Housewives (and also we don't have cable and it's free on Netflix and Real Housewives isn't waaah). It's pretty great and has cemented my desires to have a whole crop of kids. When people ask me how many kids I'd like to have, my answer has always been "A dining room table full" and that is precisely what they have in Parenthood. (This point is up for debate in my family and I'm okay with that. Ed is the bomb and we are so blessed but more tiny little bombs would be awesome.)

So Adam and Kristina do the whole stand-in-the-doorway-and-look-dreamily-at-your-kids thing and I'm going to adopt this into my regular routine. Seems like a good way to take parenting snapshots.



Aaaaand lesson learned the hard way that you should not Google search Parenthood Kristina... if you are a season behind because a crap storm of words follow that pretty much make my head spin. Uuuuuuuugh.



A real-life Parenthood moment captured today:


Watching him play with his alphabet train. His fave. And he's soooo smart. Did I mention that he's so smart?

I didn't get as long as Adam and Kristina get - they have enough time for the eyes to get glazy. This kid allows me seconds before swooping in for a head hug. I'll take it!





Monday, August 19, 2013

Dear Eddy, 18 months

Dear Puddinhead,

I took you to your first music class when you were 3 months old. It was hilarious. You were an immobile chubby turd that could do nothing but lie on your back on a big drum and feel the music but, you know, I wanted you in music class.


At that first class, we sang 'Old MacDonald' and the older kids, who went up to age 3, knew all of the animal sounds and sang them at the appropriate times. Moo moos and quack quacks, they knew em all. It was so cute at first and then the animal noises started to torment me. I may have started sweating. It dawned on me for the first time that I was responsible for teaching you all the animal noises. And everything else.

This weighed on me for kind of a long time. For a few more months, you remained essentially a motionless turd - adorable turd, yes - but motionless and I worried that I was holding you too much or not enough and that we hadn't listened to enough music and that I hadn't said any Spanish words to you in days (or ever) and that I secretly hated tummy time so I frequently skipped it.

And then something amazing started happening.

You started moving. And when you started moving you started discovering things by yourself and at your own pace. I was just your happy provider and protector, making sure that things in your way were safe and good.

Since day one, there hasn't been a day that your brain hasn't amazed me. From your first head-bobbing root for a meal I have felt like the luckiest spectator, watching you change everyday. And I tell you everyday: I love your beautiful brain.

In July, you picked up Eric Carle's ABC book that you got for your first birthday and sat in my lap. What a beautiful design that your head fits perfectly under my chin right now. We flipped through the pages of the book and I gave names to most of the letters based on people you knew. In two days - two days! - you remembered all of the names and letters. We got you a set of foam letters to play with in the bathtub and you could pick up letters that we named. And a day hasn't passed since that you haven't carried a letter with you for most of the day.

Your next request for learning was colors. Purple first, then blue, yellow, green, red, black, white.


So if this is how it is to be than yes, you lead the way. I will be right here ready to help and open and turn. Your brain is a beautiful thing and it is serving you so well so far.

After 7 years in the classroom this is by far my favorite teaching job. Although these lesson plans are so much easier.

Love love love,
Mama





Saturday, August 17, 2013

33/52

 A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.


He saw his Papa doing canon balls off of the diving board and needed to try it. I promise he loved it. LOVED it. In fact, our arms are all sore because we both took a turn dunking him. Do I have a diver in my future?


Side note: this was a commando, shirt-only dunking session. Pick your battles, right?


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Joining Jodi.





Friday, August 16, 2013

T-GIF!

Ever taken a picture of someone and gravity done did them wrong? The first time I did this, I was snapping quick photos in succession of my friend's beautiful daughter to use in my Etsy shop. We told her to jump to try and get a cute picture of her in action. All of the shots turned out so cute EXCEPT FOR ONE. I won't publish it here because she's not my kid and you all seriously don't understand how beautiful she is but we all laughed so hard that we nearly peed when we looked at it. She look like a saggy, fat old lady.

Last weekend, I was taking fast shots of Ed at the playground down the street. As I scrolled through them when we got home, I again met the ugly face of gravity. Gravity - let's be real - is the bomb. Holds us all in place, pulls a ball down when you toss it, blah blah blah. But sometimes, it does us wrong.

Proof:

Now correct me if I'm wrong (no don't correct me) but Ed is one of the cutest human beings on the planet. I got a preview of what things may look like in 85 years and it's SO WEIRD.


Also, this gif was made remotely. I'm out of town and away from the computer so I gave Tim step-by-step directions on how to make this over Skype and I must say that he was the perfect pupil. Bravo, TT.





Tuesday, August 13, 2013

HURRY

Someone get me a bottle, quick.


I need to stuff this inside of it, close it up tight, and make sure I never lose it.








Monday, August 12, 2013

My Chalupa

Lemme tell you a little story about this gal.


Despite her tough appearance, she is such a little fraidy cat. Excuse me - fraidy dog. She'd fart on me if she knew I'd compared her to a cat.

From the time that we brought her home, certain things make her so nervous that I'm surprised her heart hasn't thumped out of her freckly little chest. For instance, plastic bags. You don't see these bags much anymore in Austin since the single-use bag ban and I have a feeling that Lucy was behind all of that. If we ever made our way to the grocery store without our canvas sacks and took home a flimsy plastic bag in desperation, she would cower out of the kitchen the moment we set them down. No lie. They make her so nervous. Something about the way they move or sound, I guess. Paper: no big deal. Plastic: heart attack.

The vacuum cleaner is obvs. Most dogs hate the vacuum cleaner. But the level of fear in her eyes would make you think that we are under a very violent attack. So riddle me this: she CHARGES the lawnmower. If a vacuum cleaner scares you, wouldn't a lawnmower be like that times a thousand?

When she was a pup, we took her to one of her many vaccination appointments and as she trembled on the table, we told the vet that she was pretty skittish. The vet told us that brindle boxers tend to be more nervous than other boxers. Really? Could it really be possible that the color of her hair makes her jumpy?

So based on all of this you would think that something like an air mattress would freak the heck out of her, right? With the loud noise it makes as it inflates and how it unrolls and seems to grow on its own? The stuff Lucy nightmares are made of.

Opposite.

It is her number one favorite spot to sleep. Trumps the couch any day. We only bring the air mattress out when we have company, which we do this weekend, and the instant she hears it come out of the bag she is right there. After unrolling it last night, I pushed the button to start the motor and she placed one paw on it as it inflated, waiting for it to be juuust right. And when we put it away tomorrow she will probably hang her head and sigh for the rest of the day, letting us know that she just can't possibly get comfortable anywhere else. Oh the drama.

So complex, this girl. My Chiquita Banana. My little Chalupa. Good ol' Lucy Case Wilson. The weirdest, most adorable girl I know.




Saturday, August 10, 2013

32/52

A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.


There is a playground at a church down the street from our house that we have only recently started taking advantage of. It takes about 4 minutes to walk there, which is about as much as we can muster when it's 102° at 7 pm. It is the perfect way to spend the last burst of energy before bath time. 


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Look how much this gal loves this dog. And oh these toes. Like little raisins. Love them.


Joining Jodi.





Friday, August 9, 2013

T-GIF!

As we were getting Eddy ready for bed, I said to Tim, "Oh shoot! Is tomorrow Friday?" Which, I know, sounds super dumb but I was asking because that means it's T-GIF and I hadn't made a GIF yet!

Fear not. I came across this series of fantastic front yard fotos (alliteration!) and I can't exactly tell you what's happening here because I don't exactly know. My best guess is that he was Popsicle jousting. In fact, I saved this file as 'popsicle-joust.jpg' if you ever need to access it in dire circumstances.




And as a side note, a friend of mine from high school said on Facebook last Friday, "Why isn't T-GIF a thing like Throwback Thursday?" Ermehgerd! It IS a thing! I just made it one last week!! Please join me! Please! I'm in Photoshop geek purgatory all by myself!




Saturday, August 3, 2013

31/52

A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.


Eddy woke up just in time to watch the garbage truck and its giant robot arm pick up our trash. The garbage collector noticed us watching and hopped out of his truck carrying a small box. We ran out to meet him and inside the box was a tiny garbage truck. Eddy immediately learned a new word - Uck! - and didn't stop smiling for 15 minutes. 

I think it made the garbage collector as happy as it made Ed. 


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Dre caught her babes at great angles last week. And these shots from a new mother of two are just about perfect.


Joining Jodi.





Friday, August 2, 2013

T-GIF!

Hey, Eddy! Come take a picture with Papa in your matching shirts!


I know. Life's so hard, isn't it?

If you keep giving me this attitude, young man, I'm gonna gif the hell out of it. (Linking for all the grandparental units out there that may not know what a gif is.)