Thursday, August 30, 2012
It's been so long since I've blogged I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how. Unless you can call copying and pasting my favorite poems "blogging", I'm a smidge rusty...so my apologies in advance to the one person who actually reads this. I knew, however rusty I may be, that I HAD to post an update, as I can imagine Hudson 20 years from now reading this and wondering what was going on in his life between his 4th and 10th month. Month 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and almost 10 have literally gone by faster than I can believe...this summer has seemed the shortest of any in my 33 years. But it has truly been one of the most blissful. This month we celebrated Hudson's 10th month and Mr. Brady and I have officially been married for TEN YEARS!!!
TEN YEARS: I would be lying if I said I had a better friend in this world than Mr. Brady. I would also be lying if I said our past 10 years haven't been flawed and, well, sometimes pretty hard. We've had our share of fun, easy, happy. get-along swell, and laugh-a-ton days, yes, but we've also endured (pardon my French) a lot of pure shit times as well. So I have to say that I'm beaming proud of us for reaching this milestone...not only because we've reached it, but because we probably love and respect each other more now than we did when we first exchanged vows. The frosting on the cake is celebrating a decade together with our first child...which we quite literally did...and surprisingly enjoyed. I say surprisingly because after dinner out at a family friendly restaurant downtown we spent the second half of our anniversary evening at Mobius...a children's science museum...sitting cross legged in the baby play yard. Of all the million things to do in that play yard (a slide, train table, dinosaurs, etc) Hudson wanted to play with the books. We mused afterwards at how wonderful it is that we were getting to spend the night surrounded by toys...because it meant spending time with our favorite little person. We spent the rest of the weekend eating out way too much and justifying it by saying we were still "celebrating".
TEN MONTHS: Hudson, bambino, monkey...was I seriously not just bringing this tiny boy home from the hospital yesterday???! Hudson is no longer a tiny boy...he now looks like a 2 year old (already wearing 18mo-2T sized duds). He has 2 bottom teeth and 4 uppers (almost). He is crawling at the speed of light, and can say da-da and mum mum, the latter he usually reserves for when he is sad or upset...da-da when he is happy as well as other general baby babble including "na" sounds and "ssss" sounds.
He has discovered, much to my dismay, that vegetables don't taste as good as fruit, bread, and pasta. His fave foods include any bread (especially homemade pumpkin bread), bananas, pears, yogurt, berries, watermelon, sweet potatoes, spinach ravioli, and lasagna. He will eat veggies but pretty much only if they are cooked in with something else (he loves eggplant and zucchini risotto) or if it is pureed and mixed with fruit. We are bound and determined that this babe will eat his veggies so we continually try! We also want an adventurous eater, and so we are able to justify eating out as ways to "introduce H to new foods".
He is standing while holding onto something and cruising...it won't be long before he will be taking his first steps and he is getting plenty of practice with his walker. Our daily routine includes mornings spent in the playroom and sharing tiny bites of mommy's oatmeal. Our summer afternoons are usually spent at the library, swinging at the park, visiting friends, taking Sam-dog for walks, shopping, playing, and exploring the house. The babe could keep himself busy for hours playing with the mirror, dog kennel, and high chair...he also loves his Sam-dog who is a constant source of big baby laughs. Dad-dad loves giving H his bath and putting him to bed...so that is special "boy" time. H LOVES to read books and we have probably checked out and read over a hundred kids books from the library...more on that to come.
Speaking of children, mine just woke up...time to sneak some veggies into his belly and then off to buy supplies for little man's FIRST BIRTHDAY (squirrel) party...unbelievable!!!
Monday, August 6, 2012
that night when, driving home from the city,
having left the nearest streetlight miles behind us,
we lost our way on the back country roads
and found, when we slowed down to read a road sign,
a field alive with the blinking of fireflies,
and we got out and stood there in the darkness,
amazed at their numbers, their scattered sparks
igniting silently in a randomness
that somehow added up to a marvel
both earthly and celestial, the sky
brought down to earth, and brought to life,
a sublunar starscape whose shifting constellations
were a small gift of unexpected astonishment,
luminous signalings leading us away
from thoughts of where we were going
or coming from, the cares that often drive us
relentlessly onward and blind us
to such flickering intervals when moments
are released from their rigid sequence
and burn like airborne embers, floating free.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Hope is the thing with feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.