Thursday, July 23, 2015


sometimes i feel like giving birth is no big deal.  just a normal thing that every mother has done.  it doesn't need to be thought about too much because our bodies were made for it.  they will just take over.

other times it feels like a looming, life-changing event that my bags aren't even packed for.  it could happen at any time in the next two weeks.  and in the meantime, i'm over here just trying to figure out what to make for dinner.

probably a quesadilla.

how two works

to be able to say, "he's two" is jarring when it falls upon my own ears.  but he is so very, very two.

true to the rumor, two year olds bring madness and delight wherever they go.  they are enchanting angels sprinkling fairy dust and filling your heart to the brim one moment and quickly they morph into gremlins who, without question, need to eat all 10 popsicles at one time before their entire world implodes.

goodness, how we love ours.



Monday, July 20, 2015

gender neutral baby

when we were expecting tripp, we chose to find out he was a boy.  as first time parents, knowing the gender made the concept of parenthood tangible.

this time we have chosen not to find out the gender.  this news is met with two reactions, "oh, i could never do that- it would kill me." or "good for you, old school - i like that!".  there is also a small category of non believers who question me after every ultrasound, "so did you find out this time!?"

we have our guess, and as a team we say: boy.

now here we are, 37 weeks in, lazily debating names, a special doll, and blankets (because i'll be damned if number two doesn't get some of his/her own things.  practicality has no place amongst these hormones).  yet in all this indecisiveness, when i take a minute to stop and look around the nursery i find myself staring at the beginning of something i didn't intend to happen.  i see raw wood, white, and silver mist.  gentle light peeking through your tasseled curtains.  i see your brothers sailboat mobile and it fills me to the brim knowing you will start and end your days looking at the same thing he did.  i see you, baby, wrapped up in your muslim blanket with your sure to be chicken legs, jerkily moving about.  it is a tranquil, gentle, and serene room.  all of which is - inadvertently- our hopes for you.

it is ready for you, boy or girl, to join us and make us four.

Monday, June 29, 2015




"and so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees,
just as things grow in fast movies,
i had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer." - f. scott fitzgerald

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

two trips around the sun

today you are two our sunshine boy.  you are known for your infectious cackle and over the top excitement when you see balloons or the food you love.  your words have started to pour out of you.  offering complete bewilderment to your dad and i when you construct sentences, use them in context, and even infer things.  you tell so many stories and the jabber is completely endearing.  every day you ask me, "whannah go outside mamama?".  and we do.  we play in your blue car, we water the strawberry plants, of course we go on the swing and down the slide, we play with water and we collect all the balls.  you are a boy of the sea.  you love the boat and fishing, and have grabbed mackerel from the live-well with your bare hands.  your abilities and love for life never cease to amaze us.  we love being immersed in your world, you ARE our world.

happy second birthday michael william III, we love you eternally.




nostalgia: tripp's first birthday

Friday, June 12, 2015

reclaimed by nature

file this one under: places i'd love to be at any given time
mother nature- one powerful lady.




via: my modern met

Friday, June 5, 2015

decade worth of summers

we've been spending our weekends outside getting our fill of sand, boats, and water.  i've counted three times on my fingers now and this will be the tenth summer that we have spent together.  this must be the good stuff that getting old is made out of.