Monday, January 22, 2018

Hello Rose


Rose Florence
Born January 1st, 2018
9 lbs 6 oz, 22 inches long

Nate and I rang in the new year by welcoming this little darling into our family. She is the sweetest thing and we all, including Bruce, are enchanted by her.

Born under a full moon, she's the spitting image of her mother, but with her dad's ears, the longest fingers and toes that I've ever seen, and more hair than either of us expected.

Welcome, sweet Rose. You have taken your place in our family as if you've always been here.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

thoughts from weaning


an excerpt from bruce's baby journal

August 29, 2017

My inner battle with breastfeeding continues. Two weeks ago I was crying at the thought of never nursing Bruce again, and last week I was ready to call it quits right then and there during every pre-nap session. But today I'm back to feeling melancholy about the whole thing. My belly is expanding as little sister grows bigger and it's becoming increasingly uncomfortable to hold Bruce close enough to nurse. I wonder how long we'll be able to keep going. He now only nurses for five or so minutes -- it's more for comfort than for nutrients -- and as he drifts off to sleep in my arms, I'm filled with gratitude to be able to provide him with the peace and security he needs to rest easy. 

It's sad to think that one day we might not have such an easy connection. For now, during those few minutes when he's asleep beside me, I soak it all in and pray that he'll always be able to find the peace that his soul desires in the comforting embrace of my arms.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Thoughts While Trailblazing


The trails that my brother and I once blazed on horseback have become overgrown in the six years since we last rode them together. Now covered in wild grass and young chapparal, I can only barely make out the path that was once so plain. 

Never one to let a difficult route stop me, I set out--with my baby wrapped to my chest and my dogs crisscrossing in front of and behind me. By mixing bits of the old horse trails with rabbit trails and fresh, uncrossed ways, we lay out a new, albeit haphazardous, pathway.

It seems fitting that I should do this with my son. It feels romantic, in a way, to show him these pieces of my childhood. He is my legacy and the start of a new generation of children who will explore these mountains. It is one of my greatest wishes for him to cherish the world we inhabit and come to know the wilderness that surrounds us.

The sound of mud squishing beneath my boots and the nearby panting of my dog is so familiar. It invigorates in me a sense of wonder and, even though I've traveled through these fields and ravines hundreds of times, I feel like an explorer discovering new lands. 

Friday, January 6, 2017

Bananas, Blech!


Today Bruce tried solid [mashed up] food for the very first time! Actually, it's the second time. The first time was on his half-birthday, but he was sick that day and acting miserable, so I'm not counting it. 

The food of choice for today was bananas. He hated them! At least I think he hated them. He gagged multiple times and made a face with each spoonful I stuck in his mouth. Most of the time he wouldn't even let me put the spoon in his mouth; instead, he blew raspberries at me and looked away. 

I must admit I'm surprised at his reaction. I thought he would be more interested in food because he watches me intently while I'm eating and shoves everything he gets his little hands on into his mouth. 

But persistence is key! During his second banana session, he started opening his mouth every so often for bites. Granted, he still made a face like I was feeding him dog food (actually, he would probably like dog food) but he was accepting it! Hurray, Brucey! Hurray, mom!

In the end, he was still more interested in banging on his highchair (that his Papa used when he was a baby!) than anything else.

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