Thursday, May 26, 2011

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

A Post for the Nature Lovers

Early Sunday Morning as Boden and I lay in bed laughing at my parent's house in California ( I tickling his feet, and him attempting to chew on them). I noticed a little hummingbird flitting to and fro in front of the window. I watched it and it stopped. I thought it stopped... Yes! There it was so still in the tree. "Boden! Is that a hummingbird?" (He doesn't know what hummingbirds are, and doesn't talk yet - so really this conversation was very one sided). I watched it - and thought. "oh dear, I hope it isn't there to die!" I've never seen a hummingbird so still before. They are usually zipping around or floating serenely as their wings beat into a blur.


But then I saw it. A barely visible little nest. A hummingbird nest! What a wonderful sign for the day - and I felt so luck to see such a rare sight. So here it is - the hummingbird in her nest.










Monday, May 23, 2011

Showers and Fun


This past weekend Boden and I got to fly out to California to visit family and friends and attend cousin Jeff and Kenzi's wedding shower. Although we missed Steve who stayed home to study for school, Boden was a great little traveler and we had a blast.

(click the photos to enlarge)



On Friday we drove down to San Diego to visit with my friend Mara. Mara gave birth to a beautiful little girl named Maya a week after Boden was born. She's a groundhog's day baby. Here's a picture of their first date (crazy that its from 1901!)


Saturday was the wedding shower, and so much fun. Lots of great food. Good family, and Boden handled the people and noise with ease. Even taking a long afternoon nap (just like his great grandpa!).


We got to go in the pool - go for a 4 mile run outside - and all around just enjoy the California weather.





Sunday, May 15, 2011

Video Message

This was texted to me last Sunday (while Steve was at soccer) - cutest surprise.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Boden

Boden,
We prayed, and wished and dreamed about you. I wasn't sure who you would be, but knew you'd be ours. I found out on Mother's Day that I would be a mother. While you grew - with the flutters and kicks, long stretches of sleep and long stretches. I could feel you becoming, like I feel my own heart beating... but I still wasn't sure who you were. And then you were here; after months and months and days of waiting...

And I knew you! Have always known you. You were always meant to be with your father and I. So attentive and smiling. And every time our eyes meet you break into a spontaneous grin. And my heart floods with instantaneous and overpowering love (and disbelief that you are ours)!

I want to hold that smile - that belly laugh. That look of absolute adoration that you have for me. I know it will too quickly pass and be replaced by the looks that children who are growing give to their parents. Looks that no doubt I gave to my own parents. And I want you to know, that that's ok. That I love you in your innocence - in your tiny wrinkles - in your gummy smile; as I will love you in your shaggy hair - your sarcastic eye rolling - in your rushing off to things that are more important than I.

I hope for you, like every parent does - happiness and health and compassion. And to choose the good and right over the easy paths in life. It won't always be easy, for either of us - but I promise to do my best and to remember what a perfect naked squishy baby you were and how very wonderfully blessed we are to have a son like you.

P.S.
Thank you for the mother's day flowers

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Pre-Mother's Day

I have attempted a letter to Boden - on my first Mother's Day (I will post tomorrow). But nothing could compete with the lovely Tina Fey (in her humor. In her honesty). So, in anticipation of my first Mother's day... and the total transformation that becoming a parent does to you, behold my hero, and her prayer for her daughter.

Tina Fey’s prayer for her daughter

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen.

Source: Bossypants

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Soccer

Living in Boulder has enormous perks. Not only are some of the best trails, restaurants, bike paths and mountains right out our doorstep - but we also have a fantastic recreation department. Steve and I have been playing Soccer for years, and every Spring and Fall its one of the highlights to our weekends. We've made plenty of friends (and a few enemies) on these teams. I'm so lucky to have a supportive husband, and group of friends who help us play soccer. And its been so cool to be able to come back after having a baby!

Here are a few photos I took from Steve's winning Men's league game on Sunday.