...doesn't seem so much like a baby sometimes...
http://www.youtube.com/user/vmchechile
This was his first time eating "solid food" which is basically powdered rice cereal mixed with the best milk on earth. A bit long, but...he's my first son, what can I say?
P.S. NO SPELLING MISTAKES IN THIS POST!!!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Time
It's an amazing thing. It can heal wounds (physical and emotional), things can grow up and shrivel down and even both given enough of it, it take seem to drag on and go to fast, even when the length of a second, minute, hour and day never change.
If you know me and the way my mind works, you know that I am fully capable of thinking of specific situations in my life where I see all of these things happening, interestingly enough, at the same time (sorry couldn't resist).
I'm seeing wounds that are healing (my scar from the c-sect!!) others that are still being laid to friends hearts that in time heal.
...nap time is NEVER long enough...I'll finish this later
An hour and a half later....
There are the best of times, the worst of times. I think both in the same moment describe best watching an infant grow. Every little new thing that Joseph does, and especially those big things (like rolling over or eating cereal for the first time) are so exciting to us. I can't count the number of times Jon and I have said in the past 2-3 weeks, "C'mon...roll over" while making our hands show the motion from Joseph towards ourselves. And when he FINALLY did it!! OH THE JOY! It was SO cool! Yet, that means he's growing up. Next it will be crawling. Something that means baby proofing the house. Caving into to making sure the apartment is clean EVERY moment of EVERY day. I hope that he's not crawling in June, though every time I say that to someone I get this look that says "Yeah, you just keep on thinking that..." I don't want to deal with an 8 and 1/2 month old who wants to crawl down the aisle of an airplane. At the same time, I do know reality. I just don't want to admit it most times. We gave Joseph "cereal" for the first time last Saturday. Now, I'm not talking Cheerios here. We're talking powder rice "cereal" that you mix with milk and it was basically liquid for the first time. We have film up the galore of it. (Anyone know what a "galore" is by the way?) Very exciting. He LOVED it, he knew exactly what to do. But...it's the first step in him not being totally dependent on me. I don't mean that in a selfish way, despite the way it sounds. It's just such an incredible feeling knowing that this little person grew inside of you for so long and truly needs you to survive every day. Having been physically connected at one point makes a Mom never want to let go. As I write that I can't help but laugh at the memory of myself as a teenager rolling my eyes at my not wanting to let me go.
I can't believe this time last year I was almost through my 1st trimester. Now, there are some days that it seems like FOREVER until Jon gets home. (Please note: it's 4:54pm here. Jon said he'd be home at 5pm.) Every minute past 5pm can seem like an eternity if I've had a rough day with Joseph.
My last thought on time. I apologize for letting so much of it go by since my last post.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming!
Status
Ticketed
- Mar 19, 2009
Reservation Name
AMERICAN AIRLINES
183
BOS Boston
Jun 17, 200908:10 AM
SFO San Francisco
Jun 17, 200911:25 AM
Seats: 30A, 30B
AMERICAN AIRLINES
194
SFO San Francisco
Jun 22, 200901:15 PM
BOS Boston
Jun 22, 200909:55 PM
Seats: 30E, 30F
Ticketed
- Mar 19, 2009
Reservation Name
AMERICAN AIRLINES
183
BOS Boston
Jun 17, 200908:10 AM
SFO San Francisco
Jun 17, 200911:25 AM
Seats: 30A, 30B
AMERICAN AIRLINES
194
SFO San Francisco
Jun 22, 200901:15 PM
BOS Boston
Jun 22, 200909:55 PM
Seats: 30E, 30F
Saturday, March 14, 2009
It has begun
This may be the third place you're seeing this...but...oh well. It is that big.
Rolling leads to crawling.
Crawling, climbing.
Climbing, walking.
Walking, running.
Then it's all over.
Rolling leads to crawling.
Crawling, climbing.
Climbing, walking.
Walking, running.
Then it's all over.
Friday, March 13, 2009
A story from years past...
It's been too long. I've been bad. I know. Please forgive me. I have dedicated a lot of my time, thoughts, brain power and energy to a very good friend whose dealing with a very bad thing.
I was on Facebook a few days ago and received an invitation to join a group called "Friends of Drew Hall at Gordon College". I lived their my first year at Gordon and I loved it. In looking through the other members I came across a name of someone, a friend of a friend that I recently reconnected with. He's the youth pastor at a local church, close to where we live now. If Jon weren't a pastor, we go to this guy's church. It's what we aim to be at our church. I recognized his name, not his face and told him who I was. He remembered and we chatted on and off throughout the day. I talked with his wife about starting a pastor's wives group. It was great just knowing someone in the area that came from the same school as me. I found his name in this group of Drewbies on Facebook. I sent him a message saying "I didn't know you lived in Drew". In putting together pieces from his response, I realized that we knew some other mutual people. We had lived with mutual people. One in particular. One of my best friends from Gordon that lived in Drew for most of his time at Gordon (Dude!). I asked this guy if he knew Dude. He responded with a story about him. How could I forget?? It is one of my favorite stories. I didn't ask either of them if I could share this with the world, so out of respect for them, I'm giving them fake names. (though if you know me, you probably know who Dude is)
So, Dude and Stan were living in the quad, the 4 man room in Drew Hall. It was early in the semester and Dude was sleeping on the top bunk for the first time. I believe it was Stan's alarm (if not, it was one of the other's alarm) went off early in the am. It sounded just like Dude's Dad's business line, a ring in which when heard was supposed to be answered IMMEDIATELY back home. When said noise awoke Dude from a sound sleep, his instinct was to run to answer it. In sleepiness forgetting where he was, especially how high he was, lept out of bed to get the "phone". The story goes that he opened his eyes as he was parallel to the ground, mid-air and basically did a belly "flop" (perhaps belly "land" or "plop" or "slam") on the ground, just in between a desk and a couch. I think he narrowly missed a guitar as well. Dude is not a big guy, tall, but slender. His landing was heard and felt throughout the hall. Granted Drew Hall is basically a camp cabin with no foundation, but STILL!!
He survived and I don't know of anyone who knew this story that has not recounted it with a smile on their face.
Side note: I don't trust my spelling, it wasn't good as a child, and after studying a foreign language more intensely, it got worse. I always do spell check. How is Muggle in the dictionary and not Facebook???
I was on Facebook a few days ago and received an invitation to join a group called "Friends of Drew Hall at Gordon College". I lived their my first year at Gordon and I loved it. In looking through the other members I came across a name of someone, a friend of a friend that I recently reconnected with. He's the youth pastor at a local church, close to where we live now. If Jon weren't a pastor, we go to this guy's church. It's what we aim to be at our church. I recognized his name, not his face and told him who I was. He remembered and we chatted on and off throughout the day. I talked with his wife about starting a pastor's wives group. It was great just knowing someone in the area that came from the same school as me. I found his name in this group of Drewbies on Facebook. I sent him a message saying "I didn't know you lived in Drew". In putting together pieces from his response, I realized that we knew some other mutual people. We had lived with mutual people. One in particular. One of my best friends from Gordon that lived in Drew for most of his time at Gordon (Dude!). I asked this guy if he knew Dude. He responded with a story about him. How could I forget?? It is one of my favorite stories. I didn't ask either of them if I could share this with the world, so out of respect for them, I'm giving them fake names. (though if you know me, you probably know who Dude is)
So, Dude and Stan were living in the quad, the 4 man room in Drew Hall. It was early in the semester and Dude was sleeping on the top bunk for the first time. I believe it was Stan's alarm (if not, it was one of the other's alarm) went off early in the am. It sounded just like Dude's Dad's business line, a ring in which when heard was supposed to be answered IMMEDIATELY back home. When said noise awoke Dude from a sound sleep, his instinct was to run to answer it. In sleepiness forgetting where he was, especially how high he was, lept out of bed to get the "phone". The story goes that he opened his eyes as he was parallel to the ground, mid-air and basically did a belly "flop" (perhaps belly "land" or "plop" or "slam") on the ground, just in between a desk and a couch. I think he narrowly missed a guitar as well. Dude is not a big guy, tall, but slender. His landing was heard and felt throughout the hall. Granted Drew Hall is basically a camp cabin with no foundation, but STILL!!
He survived and I don't know of anyone who knew this story that has not recounted it with a smile on their face.
Side note: I don't trust my spelling, it wasn't good as a child, and after studying a foreign language more intensely, it got worse. I always do spell check. How is Muggle in the dictionary and not Facebook???
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