I realized while taking William’s eight month photographs that we really hadn’t spent any time on the front porch or in the yard since he was a tiny baby. Those times he was usually asleep. That seems a distant memory now.
We started on the porch swing which led to fast disaster when he spit up everywhere. Brandon graciously offered to photoshop out the evidence on William’s outfit…I thought for the sake of these pictures we would “keep it real.”
Post disaster, we moved to the top of the stairs which quickly led to William wanting to eat the plants, lean over the stairs and otherwise make me a nervous wreck. So, we landed in the front yard. All I had to do was keep him from eating the mulch. It was quite a testament to how different things are once the baby becomes mobile. We shall never rest again.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready for Spring to appear. Winter has been rough for us and we are ready for change to come. I’m not sure I’ll ever really get used to how quickly the weather here can change from warm and sunny to cold and snowing. We did, however, enjoy a quick photo opportunity with William in the snow.
This past week we went away for the first time without William. I had mixed emotions. I was terribly sad and anxious about being away from him BUT also felt like Brandon and I owe our marriage the time it deserves. It was great for us to get away with friends and for me to reunite with my oldest sister – for the first time in five years. We really needed this trip and I’m so grateful we were able to make it happen.
We were only gone three nights/four days but in that time William cut a second tooth and today started pulling up on furniture, me and his big toy puppy to stand. Clearly, time does not wait for us.
I’m feeling really grateful and at peace after seeing my sister again. My cup runneth over.
Last week we had the pleasure of attending the Chihuly exhibit at the VMFA. On Friday, William and I went with our friend Susan. She graciously spent the afternoon with us – offering me much needed support in my current path toward figuring out what is next. On Sunday, we went as a family with my parents and younger sister. The first time William and I went he was more interested in the people than the actual exhibit. The colors didn’t attract his attention like I had anticipated. On Sunday, however, he was captivated by one part of the exhibit. You walked through a hallway and over 1,000 pieces of glass were displayed through a glass wall above you. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Looking at the display above, instead of in front, made the colors and designs look even more amazing.
There was something really emotional for me in sharing that moment with William. I was very attracted to the exhibit, but seeing William truly experience all of those colors and shapes made it that much more intense for me.
It’s been really hard to keep up with the blog lately. One might think with the abundance of time I now have (jobless) it would be easy. Instead, I find myself wrapped up in spending every minute I get with William, or perusing job sites.
I’ve never been one to participate in the act of giving something up for Lent. It just doesn’t work for me because I know I would not be doing it with the right intention. Instead, I will participate in the act of taking a few things on. Living intentionally. One of those items is to write here daily. Our family will not always be doing something interesting, and William will not make new strides every day (though sometimes it really seems like babies do). So, these entries may not be all that interesting but they will be my full effort of tracking our family’s life during this precious time. Because each day really is precious. That’s one thing I do start to understand as I get older.
In the words of one of my most favorite poets, Mary Oliver, “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
That’s the question on my heart these days. I consider myself lucky that while I ponder that question, I also get to experience the joys of being William’s mother.
Here we are at six months. This photograph required some serious wrangling. William is no longer the passive baby who will lie flat on his back while I snap 30 pictures. This go round he was pulling at the sticker, reaching for toys and rolling from front to back to front. After many unsuccessful attempts at the “normal” picture, I realized it made the most sense to just let him be on his stomach. These days, as he is navigating the exciting world of learning to crawl, he is more agreeable when able to make a move. And so my little baby starts to be not such a little baby anymore.
I won’t bore you with the familiar rants of how my baby is growing up and how time is passing so quickly. I will tell you that every day I am more in awe of this little person growing right in front of me. His personality has really come to surface and he is many of the beautiful things of his parents and many of the infuriating. As his godmother and my best friend so eloquently put it, “He is SASSY like his parents.” It’s true. This child lets you know exactly what he wants when he wants it. Lately, he has been letting us know in no uncertain terms that he does not want to go to sleep at the bedtime we have selected. You can walk him from the darkness of his bedroom to the light of the hallway and his crying will turn off and on like a switch. And temper. Oh, my boy has a temper. Sometimes when I’m playing with him or just watching him, I can so clearly see what type of little boy he will be. He is spirited, hilarious, stubborn and smart. He will keep us on our toes at every turn and I wouldn’t have it any other way.