what about

the times when life isn't glamorous?What about the weeks when life is simply life, day after day?

I've had one of those weeks.
A week where I felt just a little bit
well,
repetitive. Day after day.

But then I read this post by Shannon, and it reminded me that life,
life is about living.

So now I'm looking back at some things I've treasured this week:

Spending time sitting on the porch with my little boy, smelling the blossoms, hearing the birds, and watching the bugs crawl past.

The night that Nicholas simply refused to go to bed on time, Kent and I shrugged our shoulders and let him stay up with us. And to see the happy little smile on his face as he snuggled down between us on the couch while we watched our movie- my heart melted.

Kent came home from work, picked up Nicholas, came over and gave me a kiss. Nicholas watched me kiss Kent, then copied what I did-he leaned in and pressed his little lips against Kent's stubbly chin.

It was pretty much the cutest thing I've ever seen.
I still get all smiley when I think about it. I've got quite the crush on this little guy.

We bought Nicholas some bathtub crayons.
He tries to eat them.
So we confiscated them, and now our shower is full of notes Kent and I have written to each other this week. I sure look forward to my shower each morning so I can see what witty/silly response Kent has written to me.

I made some pretty delicious chocolate crinkle cookies to take to my very first book club meeting last night. I'm so excited to get reading again!

We bought some nightstands on sale during Memorial Day weekend. They arrived yesterday, and now I've got all sorts of great plans to finally decorate our master bedroom.
Oh boy do I have plans!

Life is made of moments, small pieces of silver amidst long stretches of tedium. It would be wonderful if they came to us unsummoned, but particularly in lives as busy as the ones most of us lead now, that won't happen. We have to teach ourselves now to live, really live . . . to love the journey, not the destination.

-Anna Quindlen

Let's all have a great weekend, and spend our time really living,
rather than wishing and dreaming and waiting.

now this,

this is grass. Real, honest-to-goodness grass.

Do you have any idea how wonderful this is for me to claim as my own front yard?
Not impressed?
Come to Texas.
The vast majority of yards here in Texas are, well, a combination of bermuda grass and weeds that are mown really short and are very patchy. At least here in the type of neigborhoods that we can afford right now, no one cares much about what their yard looks like,
and since they don't care, everyone else decides they don't care either.

It's not very pretty.

Until a month or two ago, our yard was an overgrown mess of clover, three or four types of wide-bladed grasses, and weeds of all different kinds.

We just couldn't take it anymore.
So we worked. We started off by killing all the existing grass. Then, when my family came to visit, they helped us till the yard and pull out those monstrous bushes you see next to the house there.

I don't know if we could have done it without my family's help-it was seriously a lot of work.
Next, we planted a few annuals and some Mexican Feather grasses. We prepared to lay down weed barrier and cover it with mulch.
We recieved three separate angry letters from our HOA in the process, informing us that we
"must promote healthy lawn growth."
Hrm. Wasn't it obvious that is exactly what we were attempting to do?
I'm still a bit perturbed about that.
Let's not open that box again.... moving on.

We (or Kent, rather) laid down half a pallet of sod,
then we watered and watered and watered,
planted two redbud trees,
created a limestone brick border,
and....
voila!

Now you'll have to excuse me. I'm going to go peek outside my window and gaze at my grass.

Again.

picture perfect

Just wanted to share one of those pictures that just didn't quite work out.

Have a great weekend-especially if it involves taking silly, eyes-half-closed, too-much-flash pictures of someone you love.

a day in the life of Nicholas

Part two.
It has been seven months since the last time Nicholas wrote a post about a day in his life. Things around here are quite different than they were seven months ago.

June 2, 2010

5:30 am: Wake up and stand in my crib until Mom comes in and feeds me my early breakfast. It's all I need to go back to sleep for a few more hours.
7:30 am: Good morning! I wake up right as Dad is leaving for work. He brings me into the bedroom so I can play on the floor while Mom spends a few more minutes in bed.
8:00 am: Time to get dressed. I'm not nearly as easy to dress as I was seven months ago.
8:15 am: We play with my toys in the bedroom.
8:30 am: Mom takes me downstairs for my breakfast. I like to eat a bowl of rice cereal with bananas and berries.
8:50 am: Dance party in the living room! Mom's trying to teach me how to do some dance moves of my own.
9:00 am: Mom needs to take a shower. I'm not a big fan of this activity.

So I stand here and cry/whine until Mom is done and gets out of the shower.
(note from Mom: you can be assured that this picture was staged, and there are two reasons why. 1. Nicholas isn't crying. 2. I don't make a habit of taking our camera in the shower with me.)
9:30 am: I sit in the sink while Mom does her makeup and her hair. This is probably my favorite place to sit in the whole house.
10:00 am: Time for my first nap. Mom feeds me and I fall asleep.
12:30 pm: I'm awake again! Now it's time to read books while we snuggle.
This is my favorite book. It's about a cow who lost her moo.
1:00 pm: I get to talk to my uncle Jonah and my grandma on the phone. I show them how I've learned to say the word "hi." Yep, it's my first word!1:15 pm: Lunchtime! While I eat I play with my favorite toy--the pastry brush.It's a lot of fun!
1:30 pm: My friend Pax and his mom Anita come over to play. I love it when they come over! We like playing together, and I really like Anita. She usually has cheerios. And she thinks I'm adorable.

2:00 pm: It's my naptime again. Mom feeds me and I fall asleep.
3:30 pm: I'm awake! We practice crawling up the stairs.
3:36 pm: We go up the stairs again.
3:43 pm: Again!
Stairs are fun.
3:45 pm: Since I liked watching Elmo so much when Pax was here, Mom puts it on again for me, and I show her how I've learned how to dance. Her dance parties with me have finally paid off!

4:00 pm: I play by myself in the living room for a while while Mom does some chores. I'm actually pretty good at playing on my own. I have lots of interesting toys.
4:30 pm: Dad calls to let us know he's on his way home.
4:35 pm: Mom takes me upstairs to change my diaper and my clothes because I smell like baby food and baby sweat and a wet diaper.
Have I mentioned that diaper changes aren't as easy for my parents as they used to be?

5:00 pm: Dad is home! Mom is happy, and so am I. Me and Dad wrestle in the living room.
5:30 pm: I show Dad how I've learned how to dance. He thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen.
6:00 pm: Mom makes dinner and I play in the kitchen.
6:30 pm: We eat dinner.
7:15 pm: Bathtime.
8:00 pm: Mom has fed me and I'm ready to fall asleep.
Good night.

blessed sleep

Last night, as we were crawling into bed, Kent told me that I am a much happier, much better and "funner" wife than I was two weeks ago.

Nicholas has slept from 8 until 4:30 or 5 every night for the past two weeks.
He has learned how to self-comfort and put himself back to sleep without nursing if he wakes up during the night.

He seems so much cuter now (if that's even possible) than he was two weeks ago.
Everything around me seems to be clearer than it was two weeks ago.
I am so much better at having fun with my little family than I was two weeks ago.

It's amazing what consistently getting at least 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep will do for you.
After nine months of night feedings, it's little wonder I am a happier woman indeed.

so close

I can almost taste it.
The first thing I'm going to do?
Slice it up while it's still warm from the sun and lay it on top of a slice of cheddar cheese on some nice whole-grain bread, broil until the cheese is melty and bubbly, sprinkle with coarse salt and fresh-ground pepper,
and then sit and enjoy.

So, so close.

memorial day should happen every week

What a weekend.
So fun.
And yet, I have no pictures of any of our activities. I guess we were just having too much fun to stop and take a picture.

What did we do?

We took our friends toobing down the comal river, acquired the little bumps/bruises which are necessary for any truly fun day, discovered a restaurant that does not serve you without shoes on and found one that does (and had better food anyway), and had an all-around spectacular time.

We made the world's most delicious fruit salad for dinner on Saturday. Mango, watermelon, canteloupe, strawberries, banana, and kiwi.

We relaxed on the couch and watched a few shows.

We joined Dallin for his community pool's summer opening event, let Nicholas splash around in a swimming pool for the first time, and ate free hot dogs.

We managed to survive a little bit of yardwork in 90+ heat.

We stopped for buy-one-get-one shakes at Sonic, ordered Chinese food for dinner late last night, and made cookies two or three times over the weekend.

We visited a furniture store, purchased two buy-one-get-one gift cards, and found the perfect nightstands for our bedroom.

And finally, we wished that Kent had a day off work every Monday.

I hope you all had a great weekend, too!

this week: good things

I got a package in the mail for my birthday.
As soon as I cracked open the box I could smell it-
Grandma Murray's zupfe (sounds like "sut-fa") bread. I haven't had zupfe bread for years. It was
every bit as good as I remembered, and if I microwaved it for a few seconds it almost felt like it was fresh from the oven.
I ate six slices the first day, in fact, it's almost all I ate that day-
this is the kind of bread you can use as an entire meal all on its own.

It was my birthday on Monday. And it was a good day-I felt lots of love from phone calls, emails, and other sweet little notes.
My mom sent me a box of goodies and a beautiful book, Another Testament.
Kent's mom sent me a gift card to get something pretty for the house.
I got a letter from my brother Josh that, I admit, made me cry just a little. So sweet.

I miss him.

After work, Kent brought home my "cake," a strawberry-banana cream pie from Marie Callendars. Scrumptious, and pretty too!
The Jensens came over after Nicholas was in bed and Kent and I escaped on a little date. We went to Paesanos, where the food was awesome. Fun, fancy place, fantastic company-a very good time.
Unfortunately, when we returned, the Jensen's car had been towed (grrr... HOA policies) and Kent drove them out across town to pick it up. He didn't get back until 1:30 am, and then both of us were up again at 3-ish being sick. Food poisoning, maybe? We felt fine by the next morning. And I don't think it is going to stop us from returning to Paesanos-the food really was very good.

Kent ordered these for my birthday. Ugh. So good. They had to raise for 9 hours, so we put them out overnight, and I was so glad I wasn't sick anymore the next morning, because,
well, chocolate croissants are heaven.
We ate them too fast for me to take a picture.

Rain, rain, rain. A welcome relief from the upper 90's temperatures we've been having lately. I'll take Texas rain over Texas heat any day.

And is there anything cuter than a barefoot baby boy in overalls?
I don't think so.