Lots of sunshine.
Still cool though, sweatshirt and jeans weather, my favorite.
All the boys wanted to do was go fishing.
All Isaac wanted to do was hang out with me.
And that's what we did. The end. Monday, May 18, 2009
Fishing
Yesterday was a beautiful day.Lots of sunshine.
Still cool though, sweatshirt and jeans weather, my favorite.
All the boys wanted to do was go fishing.
All Isaac wanted to do was hang out with me.And that's what we did. The end.
Lots of sunshine. Still cool though, sweatshirt and jeans weather, my favorite. All the boys wanted to do was go fishing.All Isaac wanted to do was hang out with me.And that's what we did. The end. 
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
A New Chapter
Well, my sister is all married off, and happily sunning herself somewhere tropical.
The shower is planned and executed. The coffee maker is in it's place.
The bachelorette party, behind us.
The rehearsal, in the books.
Rehearsal dinner, digested.
The vows are said. The kiss is kissed.
The rice is thrown. (we didn't really have rice, but that would have been fun.)
The license, signed.
The rug has been cut. Look, here's proof:
The bouquet, thrown. (or so I'm told. I was nursing my nursling.)
It was beautiful. It was memorable. It was truly blessed.
I can't wait to see the video.
It was also...all-consuming.
I woke up the next morning and thought to myself, "Self, what are you going to think about now? You fit into your dress, your speech was acceptable, your children survived. You have to remember what reality was like now."
Then I remembered. Reality is a teething baby.
You can't get more real than that, can you?
Isaac has been a unique teether. They've come in on their own time, but mostly, in a goofy way. More have cut, and as they come in he'll look more...normal. Normal is boring though. Unique? Memorable.
So I wanted to be sure and document the way they are now.
And I'll show you.
If you're ready.
Are you?
Brace yourself...
So it's back to reality. And I'm more than alright with that.
The shower is planned and executed. The coffee maker is in it's place.
The bachelorette party, behind us.
The rehearsal, in the books.
Rehearsal dinner, digested.
The vows are said. The kiss is kissed.
The rice is thrown. (we didn't really have rice, but that would have been fun.)
The license, signed.
The rug has been cut. Look, here's proof:
The bouquet, thrown. (or so I'm told. I was nursing my nursling.)
It was beautiful. It was memorable. It was truly blessed.
I can't wait to see the video.
It was also...all-consuming.
I woke up the next morning and thought to myself, "Self, what are you going to think about now? You fit into your dress, your speech was acceptable, your children survived. You have to remember what reality was like now."
Then I remembered. Reality is a teething baby.
You can't get more real than that, can you?
Isaac has been a unique teether. They've come in on their own time, but mostly, in a goofy way. More have cut, and as they come in he'll look more...normal. Normal is boring though. Unique? Memorable.
So I wanted to be sure and document the way they are now.
And I'll show you.
If you're ready.
Are you?
Brace yourself...
So it's back to reality. And I'm more than alright with that.
Monday, May 11, 2009
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