Fluff and Freedom

Happy Fourth of july! Thank a Veteran, buy a service member a meal in a restaurant, do something nice for our heroes.

I had a big long sloppy sentimental post about sacrifice and how most of us don't know nothing from it as we jog around our cush little suburbs with our babies in our ergos going to the Farmer's Market. But since the slop all boiled down to the above, there it is.

Also, I have an embarrassing dearth of patriotic themed photos taken by myself, so I couldn't dress up the slop with an authentic, genuine, e-tine picture, so...this should suffice.

Have a Great Independence Day!

Milestones

Every mother thinks her son is the handsomest ever, but I have to admit at the occasional giggle at my gap-toothed baby's expense: teeth 3 and 4, the top two, have made their appearance, and until they come all the way in, my poor sweet pal will be bestowing his unfortunately gapped smile on any and every person he comes across.

Father and Son

Some evening relaxation

No One Ever Said "I Wish I Visited Less"

Matt and I have just returned from a last minute trip East to help my family bury my grandfather.

It's been a tremendous comfort to me that we were able to introduce Grandpa to his little namesake before he died.



My sister writes about our trip, much more eloquently than I ever could.

Heading East

See you in Colorado!!

In Progress

We went to a "Birth and baby" festival* last saturday, and a professional photography studio had a booth set up where they were taking pictures and selling them to us for 10 bux for 2. Not a bad gig, but now that the photos have been sent to the immediate grandparents, we have had to order some more for ourselves$$$$$$$. Shoot.

We had to order more from the pros, because my craptastic camera shades all the shade-y areas with RED instead of...um...shade colors. Like black. Or grey. I can't wait for my new camera.

There isn't much else is going on around here, other than that, and two teeth, and lots of Marine-style crawling (using the forearms and trailing the legs as dead weight behind). Also lots of raspberry blowing, accidental hand clapping and snuggling.





*Matt** and I volunteered to spend an hour in the Bradley booth, advocating Bradley, but we found ourselves sharing a timeslot with a Bradley educator who was ALSO our midwife's assistant, and who went into Bradley instructing full-time, eschewing midwife-assisting JUST as I was starting in Brenda's practice, so we must have missed each other by, like, days (we hadn't met before), and so I think our hour long shift kind of morphed from pure Bradley promoting to a mishmash of "Bradley method is the BOMB...also, haveahomebirth" :P

**I said "SURE! We'd LOVE to" and Matt gamely went along.

The Littlest

Happy Mother's Day to all you mommies out there, but most especially to MY mother, who made it look easy, although, knowing me, it MUST have been hard. :)