Just a quick stop in to prove we're still around and that the light in the new house is AWESOME!
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
a neglectful parent
not to finn, but to my blog...
i'll be back, little blog. we hope to be moved into our new house on friday and there's much to do before then!
i'll be back, little blog. we hope to be moved into our new house on friday and there's much to do before then!
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
finding room to grow
Today, we bought a house.
Our first house guest is coming next Friday, so we've got a lot of work to do between now and then.
It's so strange to think that Finn won't remember this little house that we've spent the last (almost) year (though I'm sure many of you will be glad to see something other than the same old rug and couch in the background of photos).
We've all learned so much together in this space - more, more, more than I ever could have imagined... I know we've got a way to go, but now we've got some space to grow...stay tuned for photos!!!
Our first house guest is coming next Friday, so we've got a lot of work to do between now and then.
It's so strange to think that Finn won't remember this little house that we've spent the last (almost) year (though I'm sure many of you will be glad to see something other than the same old rug and couch in the background of photos).
We've all learned so much together in this space - more, more, more than I ever could have imagined... I know we've got a way to go, but now we've got some space to grow...stay tuned for photos!!!
Monday, June 4, 2012
11
At 11 months, Finn's favorite things to do include drumming on our djembe (especially with the animals from his jungle puzzle), putting things into his bucket, and taking things out of his bucket.
He loooooooooves pear and smoothies in the morning, and takes great pride in making huge messes at the table.
He is still obsessed with cats and will lunge gracelessly at any cat that wanders by.
He is still unapologetic about his lack of interest in crawling, walking, or any of the other things he's "supposed" to be doing. He's way too busy being awesome to worry about milestones.
One more month, buddy - sometimes I wonder what the heck we did without you. We certainly slept more. And wasted more time. And spent more money on inane things.
And we thought we knew what love was.
But we were wrong.
He loooooooooves pear and smoothies in the morning, and takes great pride in making huge messes at the table.
He is still obsessed with cats and will lunge gracelessly at any cat that wanders by.
He is still unapologetic about his lack of interest in crawling, walking, or any of the other things he's "supposed" to be doing. He's way too busy being awesome to worry about milestones.
One more month, buddy - sometimes I wonder what the heck we did without you. We certainly slept more. And wasted more time. And spent more money on inane things.
And we thought we knew what love was.
But we were wrong.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
a tradition begins.
WHAT a glorious weekend.
For those of us who live in a vacation spot, it's sometimes easy to forget - to focus more on the differences between ourselves and the people who come seasonally "from away". But there are similarities, too...there's something about this spot that draws people from afar to the rocky beaches, the foggy harbor, the isolation, the serenity.
Lucky for me, I have a friend who reminds me every once in a while to enjoy this place I live instead of working myself into the ground every summer.
We had one of those days on Memorial Day, when we spent an early evening at the beach with friends, barbeque-ing, sitting still (as much as one can with an *almost* 11-month old!), and appreciating our surroundings and each other.
There was talk of this becoming a weekly tradition. That would be okay with me.
Finn's first experience in the ocean - definitely not sure about it at first, but who can suppress a smile when when Mommy and Daddy sing "The Wheels on the Bus?"
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Chad's got a bit of a warped sense of humor. We call this one "Sacrificial Baby".
We need more moments like this in our lives.
Hope you all had a lovely weekend, friends.
Monday, May 28, 2012
baaa.
so for the past few weeks, finn's taken a bit of a shining to goat's milk.
it's great for me because it allowed me to go away for the first time (ah sleep, sweet sleep), and it also means that he'll take a bottle from me now, which is a totally new experience. it's tricky learning how to hold him and hold the bottle when i'm used to just sticking him on "the boob" (as we call it around here).
so now my role has changed from sole provider of sustenance to primarily soothing. it's been pretty seamless and we've both adapted well to it. i've been so busy that i didn't have time to think too much about it, which is just as well. i try hard not to get too precious about anything...i can be extremely sentimental, and it would just be overwhelming if i really thought about how much he's grown and changed already (at almost 11 months old!), and at such a rapid rate.
see, now i'm thinking about it and getting all choked up and misty. it's just as well that i haven't been able to think too much about it.
the decision to start with goat's milk was precipitated by the acknowledgment that i was running out of stores of breast milk and we were going to need to send something to day care with him when i'm at my new part-time job. i really didn't want to supplement with formula and figured that the milk is at least super local and plentiful for now.
the only snafu in the whole process was ordering his bottle. i thought i was ordering him one to match mine, which is a dark red, so i ordered raspberry, which - it turns out - is bright screaming pink.
ah well, luckily i married a guy whose masculinity isn't challenged by a little bit of challenging gender stereotypes.
it's great for me because it allowed me to go away for the first time (ah sleep, sweet sleep), and it also means that he'll take a bottle from me now, which is a totally new experience. it's tricky learning how to hold him and hold the bottle when i'm used to just sticking him on "the boob" (as we call it around here).
so now my role has changed from sole provider of sustenance to primarily soothing. it's been pretty seamless and we've both adapted well to it. i've been so busy that i didn't have time to think too much about it, which is just as well. i try hard not to get too precious about anything...i can be extremely sentimental, and it would just be overwhelming if i really thought about how much he's grown and changed already (at almost 11 months old!), and at such a rapid rate.
see, now i'm thinking about it and getting all choked up and misty. it's just as well that i haven't been able to think too much about it.
the decision to start with goat's milk was precipitated by the acknowledgment that i was running out of stores of breast milk and we were going to need to send something to day care with him when i'm at my new part-time job. i really didn't want to supplement with formula and figured that the milk is at least super local and plentiful for now.
the only snafu in the whole process was ordering his bottle. i thought i was ordering him one to match mine, which is a dark red, so i ordered raspberry, which - it turns out - is bright screaming pink.
ah well, luckily i married a guy whose masculinity isn't challenged by a little bit of challenging gender stereotypes.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Sarah's Big Adventure
Big news, folks.
Last week, I spent my first night away from Chad and Finn.
And guess what? We all survived.
I know, I know - shocking but true. It was a very spontaneous, last-minute whirlwind trip to pick up costumes for Singin' in the Rain. It was just the right amount of time for a first night away - off on the 1:00 boat, and back on the 2:45. There was some knitting, some amaaaaaazing fries at Duckfat (always, always get the garlic aioli), some great conversation, and a whole lotta COSTUMES. Wow, I had no idea that many clothes could fit into one place. It was amazing.
Then there was Thai food and a solid night's sleep with just a twinge of guilt knowing Chad would be getting up at least once (yeah, that sleeping through the night thing didn't last long).
The next morning, we went to Bintliff's for breakfast (splurged on the smoked salmon plate), which fueled us up for an epic morning of errand-running (am I the only one who gets ridiculously excited about going to Trader Joe's?). Man, living on an island really makes you a marathon shopper - you would not BELIEVE how much we got done before 10am.
En route home, we stopped at Pyro City. Can you believe that there is a place called Pyro City? It's a fireworks emporium and my partner in crime needed to pick some sparklers up. I tried to resist the temptation, but it was too strong, and I wound up going in. Wow, what a trip. The place was INSANE. I gave in and bought one that I was assured is not too loud for Finn's birthday. If it goes well (meaning we're all intact after setting it off), we might wind up making it a tradition - I mean, why not take advantage of the fact that his birthday is the day before the 4th of July?
Anyhoo, it was a fantastic getaway...apart from the fact that my faithful breast pump decided to kick the bucket while we were gone, meaning I was (literally) exploding when I finally picked up Finn, who was only too happy to provide me with some relief.
Turned out that he and daddy had had a perfectly lovely evening - only got up once in the night for a quick bottle. He was happy to see me...truth be told, I don't actually think he noticed that I was gone. Does it hurt? A little. But it also sort of feels like I've opened a Pandora's Box...
Last week, I spent my first night away from Chad and Finn.
And guess what? We all survived.
I know, I know - shocking but true. It was a very spontaneous, last-minute whirlwind trip to pick up costumes for Singin' in the Rain. It was just the right amount of time for a first night away - off on the 1:00 boat, and back on the 2:45. There was some knitting, some amaaaaaazing fries at Duckfat (always, always get the garlic aioli), some great conversation, and a whole lotta COSTUMES. Wow, I had no idea that many clothes could fit into one place. It was amazing.
Then there was Thai food and a solid night's sleep with just a twinge of guilt knowing Chad would be getting up at least once (yeah, that sleeping through the night thing didn't last long).
The next morning, we went to Bintliff's for breakfast (splurged on the smoked salmon plate), which fueled us up for an epic morning of errand-running (am I the only one who gets ridiculously excited about going to Trader Joe's?). Man, living on an island really makes you a marathon shopper - you would not BELIEVE how much we got done before 10am.
En route home, we stopped at Pyro City. Can you believe that there is a place called Pyro City? It's a fireworks emporium and my partner in crime needed to pick some sparklers up. I tried to resist the temptation, but it was too strong, and I wound up going in. Wow, what a trip. The place was INSANE. I gave in and bought one that I was assured is not too loud for Finn's birthday. If it goes well (meaning we're all intact after setting it off), we might wind up making it a tradition - I mean, why not take advantage of the fact that his birthday is the day before the 4th of July?
Anyhoo, it was a fantastic getaway...apart from the fact that my faithful breast pump decided to kick the bucket while we were gone, meaning I was (literally) exploding when I finally picked up Finn, who was only too happy to provide me with some relief.
Turned out that he and daddy had had a perfectly lovely evening - only got up once in the night for a quick bottle. He was happy to see me...truth be told, I don't actually think he noticed that I was gone. Does it hurt? A little. But it also sort of feels like I've opened a Pandora's Box...
...but really, who could spent TOO long away from this one?
Not me.
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