buzzin'

Good thing he has a round head...

i see the light

This week sucked. I had my first experience with strep throat. And that thing knocked me on my ass for about five days. Literally sucked the life out of me. On top of that, one of our cars broke down and cost a big 'ol chunk of money to be fixed. And then it was my birthday. I'm not a big birthday person. I don't love them or hate them. We don't go crazy celebrating, but it would have been nice to enjoy the gorgeous weather and the ice cream Steven had brought home.

The good news I guess is that we live in a world with antibiotics and personally, have a little bit of money saved for things like unexpected car troubles. And the weekend came and the sunshine stayed and the ice cream is still in the freezer.

So off to enjoy it all now...

 

come sweet day

we've had a couple of spring-like days in the last two weeks. the kind of days that make me feel like i've been in a state of mild depression all winter long because i forgot how wonderful life can be when the sun is shining, windows are down, and kids are playing in the backyard.

(excuse the pictures. i'm still learning my new camera!)

 (he's a little unsure of the grass.)

 (he's big, right? so big. kindergarten in the fall. holy moley.)

 (gah! those lips. all the time - those lips!)

 

 

and another one just because it's cute...

my favorite things

crosby's favorite things: walking everywhere, talking like a monster, eskimo kisses, bathtime, anything his big brother does.

crosby's least favorite things: watching other people eat, napping at daycare, long car rides.

hello world

crosby's first birthday was this weekend. we didn't do much in terms of a birthday celebration, but he was well loved and i thought a lot about our journey this past year.

it's hard to explain my love for the boys. because they're different. my love for them is equal, but certainly different. J made me a mama when i didn't really want to be one and didn't think i could. he was patient with me and forgave me as i learned how to be his mom. we were a team. and that's special.

but C, i wanted him. i was more prepared, more settled in my role as a mother. he made J a big brother, which is so fun to watch. and just added JOY to our family.

we love you, crosby josiah. you are curious and crazy. you make us laugh everyday. i am so lucky to be your mama.

 (february 2011)

 (august 2011)

(february 2012)

little pieces

i'm home. by myself. in the afternoon. music is loud. there has been some dancing involved. i love it. but before i get back to the party, an update. in list form.

1. steve got a job - full time, day hours. praise the Lord, hallelujah!!!!!! he's actually doing what i do where i do it. and it is so perfect for us right now. our job allows us flexible hours and time working from home. it works so well for our family right now.

2. which means the boys are in daycare. and they are happy. C already got his first (double) ear infection, but i get it. that happens in those kinds of settings. 

3. my sister moved to france. which is a huge bummer since she's my best friend and all. you can follow their journey HERE.

4. our library fine was $37. not $25. damn.

5. we have two new...what's the word? roommate isn't right, guest doesn't really fit. but we have two friends staying with us for as long as they'd like. our house is FULL. one bathroom. five boys. poor me. but we are happy. so so so so so happy to have them. it's my dream to have a house full of people to share our lives and our dinner with. 

6. super bowl is in town and the city is going crazy. you can feel the excitement everywhere. and even though i probably won't make it to any of the festivities, it's a fun time to be here.

back to these precious moments of peeing with the door open before the boys get home.

the first cut is the deepest

in eighth grade i got this really terrible haircut. i brought in a picture of a model, cut out from a delia's magazine. her hair was short, she was so cute. she was a freakin' model and for some reason i thought i'd walk out of the salon looking just like her. (i was 14 and stupid.) instead, i walked out looking like a boy with a reverse mullet. longer in front than in back. but overall, really really short. and i hated it. i cried. and to make matters worse, i had to walk home. walked home crying hoping no one would see me or mistake me for a boy. to make things triply worse...we had family pictures a few weeks later. and that picture was hung above the piano in our living room for at least the next 10 years. it would probably still be there had my parents not divorced and my mom had not taken down any picture with my dad in it. thank goodness for divorce.

funny story. a couple of years ago my mom found this picture again and asked my sisters and me if any of us wanted it. my answer: HELL NO.

i hadn't cut my hair super short since then. my hair has always been pretty short. at least for as long as i've made my own decisions about my hair (even if they were bad ones.) i've tried growing out my hair a couple of times, but i inevitably end up getting sick of it and chopping it. and when i do, i feel more like myself. short hair feels like me. it just fits.

(holy long post about hair.)

i've been wanting a pixie-ish cut for years (longer than i debated about any of my tattoos). but of course i was nervous, afraid my face wasn't pretty or thin enough for a mega short cut. afraid of repeating the incident from 1999. but after some encouragement/pressure from my bff H and S telling me to get out of the house and not come back until i chopped my hair because he was sick of hearing me talk about it, i did it. i called a place i'd been once before and they had an opening in ten minutes with a girl named jessy. i looked her up on the website. she had a pixie cut herself, tattoos, and not one, but three nose rings. THREE nose rings. i knew she was my girl. so i went and she cut.

i'm not unhappy. i'd give it a 5. with a little headband or barrette, maybe a 6. but i'm glad to have finally done it. to be young and brave and careless. and to have time for it to grow out before any family pictures.