Daddy's mouth

For some reason sometimes when James is playing with the little guy he will purse his lips so we've called it Daddy's look because he only would do it with James. But now he's doing it more frequently (like when I try to see if he's hungry) and I managed to get it on the camera the other day. I think it's really cute even though I have no idea why he's decided to do it.

The Super's Wife

No, that's not the super wife. Wish I were but I'm working on it... It's interesting being the wife of someone like James. Today the water pump that works to heat our building quit so he's been working with the plumber to fix everything. We now have a hole in our ceiling by the hallway but hopefully we'll have heat soon. And James has been making supper on the side while working. I think it works out pretty well. It's amazing just how much James really knows. There are times when I feel he's getting beyond himself about things but then it turns out that he really is an expert. Boo. No, it's really fascinating. I love how there's never a dull moment and always something to learn. It also reminds me of my own childhood with Dad working from home with no external schedules. Ooh, supper's almost ready. Can I call it my Super's super supper? Aw, that would just be silly.

more water

In keeping with the theme of the previous post, the little guy took his first sip of water from a glass today. He was trying to hold the glass himself but then made a hilarious face at his first sip. However, he reached for it again and stuck his tongue out into the water the second time so I don't think it was a bad reception. He splashes so much in his bath that I'm sure it's not the first taste of water he's had but it's possibly the first soap-free.

water water everywhere

Yesterday he was out at 4AM to plow snow and today he's out cleaning up leaking basements. Spring weather. One nice thing (for me) about his heading out so early to plow was that he was back around supper time and we got to spend the evening together. Not the best for his schedule, however. Speaking of leaking basements, though, ours has leaked again. I tried to mop up a bunch yesterday when he was out but it was coming in so steadily that I really only gave the wall a respite while I wrung out towel after towel until the little guy woke up again... On the positive side, the leak is in our bathroom so it's a room already prepared to deal with some extra water. The less-positive side is that it's destroying the wall beneath the window which we had just fixed before moving in here. So now the one room that was pretty much set up the way I liked will now require another overhaul. Oh well. Maybe this whole exercise is teaching me to let go of what I think to be necessary for happiness. I still love my life even though this place is a bit of a wreck. And there's never a dull moment! Wahoo!

baby feet are happy feet

I could just eat them up...

Don't blink

My little guy is growing up so quickly. I am so thankful I can stay at home and spend every minute with him. Everyone says it goes by in a flash and I try constantly to keep this in mind but even despite this mindfulness and a deliberate attempt to cherish each moment, it is going by faster than I would wish at times. This in no way means that I don't want my boy to grow and develop and that I am not excited about each new stage or accomplishment but rather that I'm sad to see some things go.



He now wiggles and tries to creep around when placed on his stomach and is enjoying being upright in the jolly-jumper. I know he'll want to be motoring around before I have time to turn around (or, as I coined the other day: "in three snaps of a onesie"). He's also chewing on everything he can get his hands (and consequently, his mouth) on so perhaps teeth are somewhere around the corner for us too. Life's a blur and so wonderful. It isn't that I question what I did before having a baby but I know I would be at a loss without him now. It can be embarrassing how little attention I tend to pay to anything else. But hopefully this one-track mind can be said to go with baby territory and I don't continue as a clingy, possessive mother when he starts to grow a little more independent. But surely there'll be time to adjust before we get to that point... won't there?

Toes and snows

Yesterday was a snow day around here. Unlike most people's snow days, for us it meant that James had to leave us for a whole day of plowing. He has been away again for much of today. This episode has really reminded me of how blessed we have been this year that so many of the predicted storms never materialized. Aside from small duties a few days a week James has been able to be home with us most of the winter. We have been able to watch together each step as Logan has grown and developed, we have been able to share responsibilities and grow as a family.



Yesterday while his Daddy was away Logan discovered his toes. I quickly grabbed the camera to document this momentous occasion and got some (okay, quite a few) adorable pictures and was able to show them to James when he got back in but I was sad that James had to miss that milestone (however minor). However, as mentioned already, he has been around so much more than we had hoped that I really have little to complain about.



Also it's always interesting to see how things go without the extra help. Logi B and I had a fun, fairly quiet day. He took long naps and I was able to sort things out a bit more in his room and get some of our boxes out of there in preparation of setting up a crib. So far he's sleeping in a bassinet in our room but he's getting too large for it and although I wish he could stay in our room longer we're going to have to move him out. I am excited, however, about setting up his room and already things are coming together. Here's a part-picture of his own little bookcase with his own little books. The bookcase is what you see first when you look down the hall and it's one of those things that makes me happy every time I look at it! Now just over half of the room is also on the list of happy-making sights. We're still living in a bit of chaos but more and more this apartment is becoming the home I love to be in.

Mundane

So my days have been filled with baby boy and unpacking and visiting and occasional trips to help out in the office.

I finally got the last full load of my stuff from my Grandma's basement. It has been six months and an entire life away from the time I packed everything into those boxes and bags. At times when I unpack various objects I greet them as the old friends they are and at times I greet them with the question of why I took the trouble to pack and store them at all. It's been great to have that part of my life finally merging with what my life is now. Especially my books and my pretty kitchen pottery. The place is still a bit of a mess but I spent much of yesterday's afternoon scrubbing the tops of the cupboards in the kitchen and arranging my set of bowls and a few other items up there and I have since then escaped numerous times to the oasis of looking at those bowls and that perfectly completed corner of my abode while completely blinded to the chaos in which I stood. My other favourite pastime is looking at my bookcase. I still have to arrange my books on it--I only put them out in the order in which they were packed (and they were packed according to fit so categorization is out the window at this time). But even though I only have limited time to luxuriate in reading a book I get great pleasure in looking at the books I have. They remind me of many happy hours spent in their company and give tantalizing promises of many more to come. They not only do these things, however, I also find to my surprise that they tend to give me the hope that the literate side of my brain has not been wholly swallowed up on baby babble. Not to say I want to put away my childish things quite yet but I live in the hope that these two side of my life do not have to be incompatible. Not even that I hope to introduce my dear boy to this love of my life but I want it to continue to be a part of my life. I want to have something to say when conversing with friends beyond regaling them with the minutiae (however interesting) of life with baby. to put it simply: as our literary discussions often included their fair share on the topic of poop so I hope my poop discussions will include their fair share on topics literatae. A balance is all I seek. Is that too much to ask?

Furniture

We just got a futon bringing our living room comfortable seating number up to five (or a bit squishy six). Things are certainly shaping up here. I keep thinking we've been living in a messy place for quite some time but it's just coming up to two months. Also there really isn't much room for storage so everything is out until we find (or make) a place for it. It's getting there. Definitely not all the way yet but most steps are in positive directions. At least now I don't feel badly when we have people over. Talking to a friend who has been meaning to visit but hasn't been able to yet I just assure her that it's not a problem and that the longer the visit is put off the nicer our place will be...

The little guy is napping on the armchair beside me and just laughed in his sleep. When you're that small, almost everything you do is SO cute. It's a crazy feeling. I'm trying to make myself lay him down sometimes when he's sleeping during the day and at times before he falls asleep so he learns how to put himself to sleep. It's harder than it looks. I often wonder if it's the parents or the kids that are the bigger culprits when the clingy-ness becomes a problem later on. Will there come a time when I don't want to hold him any more? Okay, I have reached that point when he has been fussy for several hours and will not sleep but it has more to do with being tired of the fussiness--I probably wouldn't have a problem with still holding him afterwards. I think it's true that parenthood is just another word for crazy. Crazy good and just plain crazy. I remember a time when my mind wasn't completely filled with the magnificent mundane. Baby brain. Is it a bad thing, though?

Two months

I can't believe it's been over two months already. People always say it goes quickly but it really does.
It also feels as though I'll always remember every detail of what is going on but I know that from week to week I can forget so I want to write down some of my favourite things.
Logi-bear is getting so chunky and growing so much. I can't believe how much of his clothes he's outgrown already (not that he doesn't have an inordinate amount of outfits to grow into still).
I love how when he wakes and I pick him up he does a superman stretch in the air.
I love how his voice is all muffled or scrunchy sounding when he first wakes.
I love how I can't wait to pick him up even if I had been more than happy to put him down for the nap. Sometime I have to stop myself from waking him up so I can pick him up.
I love how he looks in little boy clothes (pants, overalls etc) but I'm really sad he's not wearing sleepers all the time any more.
I love how he holds my hand (finger) when we go for rides in the truck.
I love how he talks to his monkey and his Papa Smurf.
I love how he loves his daddy.
I love his little coos, squeaks, squeals, and attempts at saying "hi".
I love how he can be so polite sometimes in informing us when he's waiting to be fed by doing his hungry dance.
I LOVE his grin.
I love when he gets mad and his "mmmaaaa" cry.
I love how his eyebrows go white and his face goes red before he cries.
I love how he snuggles under my chin or on my shoulder.
I love how he sucks his fist when he goes to bed.
I love how he tries to stand up and look around.
I love his little face to pieces.
I even love how he interrupts everything I try to start doing (including this blog post).
So although the list goes on quite a bit, I'm going to have to leave it at that for now!

Shelves in the closet? Happy thought indeed.

Our apartment is messy. Most of this is because we really haven't finished setting it up and part of it is because there aren't that many places to put things away yet. But thankfully it feels like home. Despite the chaos that has followed me for the past half year I have managed to live in places that always, for some reason or another, felt like home. So it has not been completely overwhelming. The best part about this most recent chaos is that I can see how it will end (or at least lessen quite a bit). James has been building us bookshelves (YAY!). They are not the most highly finished shelves but they are sturdy, have lots of shelf space and are much cheaper in the end than anything (wooden or not) that we could buy. Along with the bookshelves he has been creating storage shelves, has started on bedside tables, built access steps to our back window-well (we call it our back door) and has been planning how he wants to make our bedframe. So far we have one of those metal frames with no head- or foot- board which is fine but it will be nice to have a full frame--especially one he planned and made himself. I wonder what it is about making one's own bed that seems to resonate through the years. When mom heard James was making it she mentioned that Dad had always wanted to make their bedframe but she always told him it wasn't necessary. She is sorry now that he didn't have the chance. Going even further back it reminds me of Odysseus and Penelope and I know I've encountered it frequently-enough in literature post-dating that. And now it's touching my life. It's interesting how sometimes I find myself feeling a certain way simply because I know I'm entering into some custom I have read about. To quote (loosely) from the classic movie You've Got Mail: "So many things remind me of something I've read in a book when shouldn't it be the other way around?" Does doing typical adult things or entering into adult customs actually make one an adult or do we simply feel that way because we know they are things adults do?

Well I've really strayed from the origin of this train of thought and don't really think I have made my path (or point) clear but I think I shall leave it as evidence of how I have lost at least part of my logical powers post-baby.

new things

I've been busy but this is why! Can you blame me?

Blue

As many of my friends are aware, my favourite colour is yellow. That doesn't stop me, however, from really appreciating all the little blue pieces I've been receiving in the past little while. I have been really blessed with all the things that people have been giving me and all the love they have been showing through and aside from that. It's strange because looking at the little outfits definitely makes me more excited about the coming event. Not that I wasn't excited earlier but it seems more immediate and real now.

And the good news is, enough of my friends are aware that I love yellow that I still have managed to bag quite a few great yellow items too!

Road trip

There are so many things going on and so many that I would like to write about but almost because of that I don't know where to start and haven't been writing. We took a journey up north to my great-aunt's farm and had a wonderful weekend despite the reason for our trip (another great-aunt's funeral). The company was among the best and the weather meant that frequent walks were part of the itinerary. I've never been up to the farm when it hasn't been summertime that I can remember (family reunions are the main reason I've been in the past) so it was interesting to be there during a different season.

Here are a few of the subjects or scenes taken from various of our walks:

Forgive and Forget

It's funny how memory works differently for different people. I had someone tell me today that he has a really tough time forgetting injustices or wrongs or even irritations that he has experienced and that these things take up a lot of energy and he would like to be rid of them but they stick around for years. I listened and tried to sympathise but could not understand as fully as I wished in order to enter into the feeling and help bear it. I have felt injustice in the past and there are a few painful moments in my life that still pop up every once in a while in my memory but for the most part I tend to forget much of the pain in the past and simply retain a general picture of happiness. I believe most people tend towards this pattern of memory retention. But I wonder which extreme is better? Or can one be said to be better than the other in this case? I believe my way of enjoying and living in the moment bearing mostly happy memories feeds into my joy and makes me enjoy life even more. It also seems to line up with the wisdom in the adage 'forgive and forget'. But while thinking these happy thoughts about my happy state to myself I suddenly wondered whether I truly, in cases of interpersonal conflict etc, did forgive the other person before I forgot about how they had 'wronged' me. Or maybe I just forgot so I didn't have to forgive. "Oh, don't worry about it" or "forget about it" are things I often say when someone asks forgiveness and I truly mean that I am not holding on to a grudge or the pain but is this really enough? I am not one to put much stake in a formula. I don't think that saying the words "I forgive you" means anything more than other words or actions to express the same forgiving heart. I also try to avoid the pitfall of letting the words mask a contrary heart. But maybe by avoiding the cliché I have also thrown the baby out. Maybe I am not putting in the effort needed truly to forgive someone (even when they themselves ask me to!) but rather avoiding the whole interaction by masking it with other words. I really do think that I tend to forget so that I do not have to forgive but there is much wisdom in the wording of that phrase. Only once forgiveness has taken place is it safe to forget. I'm going to try to remember this.

MA

I have printed off my last two papers, am waiting to see when I can drop them off and have just applied to graduate! Wahoo!

busy bee

It's been so long since I last wrote that I almost forgot where to go to find my blog. I think I may safely say that this week is the busiest, or at least has the most going on activity- and emotionally-wise that I have ever experienced so far. When I start to feel guilty about going on here rather than digging into that list of things to do, though, I realize that maybe it is important to sit down and process a little first.

It hasn't had any air-time in these pages yet but I am one week away from finishing all my work for my MA in English. I'm glad it's almost done because I have been so busy and occupied with other things the past little while but at the same time I will certainly miss being in school. I don't have plans for any further formal education in the near future and I know I am going to miss it sorely.

Another sad ending that I can hardly see through the work it'll take to get there is that we have to be moved out of the college building by the end of this week. Do you have any idea how much stuff [junk] can be stored in a building that had students living here a year at a time and leaving behind various unwanted items as they packed to leave? Or even how many things get accumulated by the college itself that it will no longer need (or at least not worthwhile enough to keep during a complicated move... if it's needed at the other end it can be purchased at that point). Do you have any idea how complicated the decision process is around all these items when each is to be evaluated and discerned where it should go? Ahh! I can't wait until it's done but once it is done that will be the end of the Blackburn experience for us all. I do actually love this building although I know it's time to move on. It will be a hard transition.

On top of all this are plans for the future (which I'm hoping to be able to push back to next week to deal with... 'can I pencil you in for next Wedneday?') and people waiting to hear the results of those plans.

Then my Gma, with whom I lived for all my undergrad years, has just suffered a stroke. This has been a shock to all, I believe, especially because prior to this she has maintained wonderful health and was a few days away from a road trip down to Omaha (to give an indication of her life and adventurous spirit). It's been a hard week and a half for all concerned and if there are any out there who still read this I would certainly ask for prayers during this whole ordeal.

I don't know exactly why I am writing this post but I felt like updating again so that's my life at this point in a nutshell. I am beginning to believe that everyone is right when they say that life never slows down, it only speeds up. That's definitely been my experience so far!

INFJ

Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging. Apparently that's my personality type. As far as personality tests go, I do feels it's fairly accurate. Also interesting is that this type makes up the smallest percentage of the population in America. I would like to see what the percentage is like compared to the rest of the world, however.

Smile

When I got home the other day this was all that was left from a bowl of cherries.
I know I often see faces in various things that others think of as a bit of a stretch but this time I had to take a picture. I love the crooked smile.

lovely

Because the majority of my contact with these flowers is on the thorn side of things, they are among my least favourite flowers. But I can agree that they do look lovely.