Wednesday, March 21, 2012

belated christmas morning photos






stripes

Santa knows Mama so well...

vintage toys

Christmas Day walk (and tired eyes)

a quote on parenting

And just at that moment, Leone started to cry his pitiful not-so-little falling asleep cry. I have never understood the heartless Ferber people who let their kids “cry it out.” If you are inclined to view your three-month-old infant’s cries as “manipulative,” as a means of discovering if she can get you to come into the room and pick her up “on command,” then you should rethink parenthood in the first place. I don’t think you are mature enough, frankly. An infant, to be sure, can’t haul herself downstairs and help herself to a glass of water, can’t call upon a good friend at two in the morning to discuss the finer points of her fears and anxieties. I feel compelled—involuntarily compelled—to pick up and try to comfort my child when I hear him wailing. My hormones shake like a passing tank when I hear children—children on an airplane not even my own—wailing in distress. I long to just pick them up and comfort the little guys. After all, they are crying. I am going to assume they are crying for a good reason—even if it’s just an infant’s run-of-the-mill: Pick me up and hold me because I’m afraid of falling asleep because sleep is like death. For me, that is good enough reason to pick up and hold my kid, so that he may feel—at a minimum—accompanied to his perceived death by someone who gives a shit.

Gabrielle Hamilton
Blood, Bone & Butter

Sunday, March 11, 2012

a walker

This baby girl decided to walk - four or five consecutive steps. She's very proud of herself. And so are we, of course. Ten months plus one week old. Not that it's a competition, but she beat her super star sister by over a month. Not that it matters...

Maybe she'll be the soccer player?

Monday, March 5, 2012

Friday, March 2, 2012

and just like that...

A perfect morning - perfect girls, a clean house, freshly painted dining room, sun streaming in, birds chirping, clean dishes, coffee, clothes turning in the dryer, a fun and relaxing weekend (alone) with my husband planned..

The photo below is a poor attempt to capture something that cannot be captured. Life is sweet, even with all it's salty.

xoxo