Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Snapshots from our day.

This was meant to be a photo an hour post, but of course my camera died in the late morning while we were out and then I kept forgetting to use in later in the day. Regardless, this gives a pretty good glimpse into a typical day for us lately. This summer, more than usual, I have enjoyed quiet days at home just me and the kids. We will venture out for a bit to the park or for a quick errand, but I try to limit those outings to once a day and if I have multiple things to do, combine it into one outing. At least for this season, I am learning that the less we do, the happier I am. I don't feel as frazzled rushing to get the kids out the door, I don't stress about car naps and losing any chance of some time to myself in the afternoon. Also, finally having a nap schedule for Mattias is great. For his morning nap, I make a concerted effort to spend some quality time with Meredith. This usually involves a puzzle, coloring, blocks or trains. It's amazing what a difference it makes to spend just a fifteen or twenty minutes of uninterrupted time with her. This day was special because we had a date night and went into San Francisco for a concert. Gosh, if I could see live music every night of my life, that would heaven.

As early rising baby means I always go straight to make coffee.

After some quiet time with just Mattias, Meredith rises always ready for breakfast and a show.

Saving seeds from my favorite tomatoes this season.

A little playing before nap time.

Quality time with my girl.

After naps we finish getting ready and head out to try a new park and get some groceries.

Meredith asks to get flowers every time we go to Trader Joe's. It's so fun watching her pick them out and I love the cheeriness of fresh flowers on our table.

Post-lunch playing before afternoon naps.

Sweet relief. This day I attempted a nap for myself, but thanks to our gardener couldn't fall asleep. It worked out for the best, though, because I got some iced coffee and a long conversation on the phone with my bestie.

Always slow to wake and often a little bit grumpy.

Snack time.

Squirrel cheeks!

If you can't find Meredith, she's most often in my closet picking out fancy shoes.

Heading to our Monday afternoon playgroup just around the corner.

After playgroup, we hurry home, make dinner and spend some fun time with dad.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

11 months.

Mattias, you are 11 months now. Next month, you will be ONE YEAR OLD, which seems utterly impossible. Which is an utter cliche. But, it's true. When I look at you, even as you stand and babble and finally consider drinking from a sippy cup, I see my tiny (well, not so tiny) newborn.

At 11 months, you are so much fun. Actually, you sometimes feel very exhausting and more than a little bit violent. My legs are covered in bruises from your biting. My arms have a couple too, as well as several scratch marks. My head is almost always recovering from vicious attempts at pulling out all my hair. It's intense. But at 11 months, I can forgive it.

Because you really are a lot of fun. This month you've learned to clap. No one ever in the history of ever has been more proud of an accomplishment. Your eyes grow hugely wide and your smile overtakes your whole face as you repeatedly slap your soft, chubby hands together. You've just learned to say "Mama" and while your proudest accomplishment is clapping, that one is mine. You've said "Dada" for months now, but not until last week did you finally respond to my incessant, "Mama Mama Mama?"-ing.

You entertain yourself so well. So much better than your sister, which I daresay is common among second children. You are left to fend for yourself much more than she ever was. You love removing all the books from shelves, blocks from the shape sorter and have recently discovered the thrill of completely unrolling the toilet paper roll. And speaking of the bathroom, your life's mission is to splash around in the toilet bowl. Mostly, we've been successful at thwarting your efforts.

One of my favorite things about you right now is your love of trains and cars and trucks because it so perfectly gender stereotypical. Most of the these toys I've had since your sister was a baby (in the interest of not gender stereotyping her) and yet you've taken to them in a way she didn't until much later. You grab the back of a truck, crawl around the house, driving it as you go. I really love it. You are also fascinated by any and all wheels. You sister's baby doll stroller, small wheels on matchbox cars and most especially the trash can wheels at the playground which I'm sure are coated several inches thick with grime and dog pee.

At the end of the day, biting and messes and refusal of sleep aside, you are just the sweetest boy. As I've said a million times, I could stare into your big blue eyes all day. You communicate so much love through your gaze. You smile generously and are happy sharing hugs with anyone. Mostly, though, you love hugging your sister. Sometimes the hugging turns to hair tugging, but usually you just seem perfectly happy to lean over and wrap your arms around her shoulders in a moment of sibling love.

Part of us wonders if you might be our last baby so I'm savoring you. The moments when you aren't shoving sand in your mouth and waking up every hour of the night, I'm savoring them. The way you fall asleep in my arms after nursing, the way everything you find in the house fascinates you, the way you wrap your arms around the neck to cuddle, your chubby-cheeked baby smile, your soft skin, your scuffed and dirty knees and toes. I'm soaking it all up as best I can, knowing next month, when you are a one year old, it will be much harder for me to think of you as a brand new baby.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013


Sunday morning we leisurely loaded up the car and headed out for a few hours drive south to meet Chris's parents. They had flown out, along with Chris's brothers, to spend the week vacationing with us. A few days in and we're feeling a bit more relaxed and enjoying the slow pace of the country.