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One hand's worth

Bridie is one hand's worth of years.  My baby is five.  Five years of kisses and snuggles and smiles and super good Bridie wonderousness.  We love you Bridie Doodle.  

Slow down baby, before you fill up that other hand.

 

{this moment}

 

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

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{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' with Soulemama  for all to find and see.

 

Over the hump

 

 

This is what my dearest husband said to me yesterday morning at breakfast.  "Dear, we are over the hump."  I couldn't fathom what the hay he was talking about.  So, he continues...."We have more children in double digits than not."  

Well, I poked my lip out and answered one or two concerned questions from folks not in double digits about why mommy was crying.  To paraphrase....it's because mommy loves the under double digits time so much.  I love the sloppy baby open mouth kisses and toddler giggles and just walking toddlers, toddling with their hands up in the air to keep their balance, and peek a boo, and endless stories retold and told again at bedtimes, and prayers and songs snuggling in bed, and books and books and more books read, and messy painting at the kitchen table, and dirty dish baths in the kitchen sink, and boo boos that are all better with a band aid and a kiss.  Sigh.  

They change and keep changing.  They race ahead and I'm a little slower than when I first began down this path.  It's all good. It's new and different and changing, and it's all good.  When they are all in double digits and some have left my home, I'll no doubt be waxing nostalgic about things I'm pining after that are fading....but I'm sure that there will be plenty of things on the other side of the hump that I'll learn to like just as much.

Here's my third double digit sweetie pie.  Nora turned 10 yesterday.  I still can't wrap my head around how much she's grown....what a lovely young woman she's turning into.  

 

{this moment)

 

 

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' with Soulemama  for all to find and see.

 

Sophie's sweater

This sweater is a long time in the completion.  Let's just say, I'm pleasantly surprised that it still fits.  For the record, I don't like cables.  I REALLY don't like cables.  However, I do like Sophie and she makes the sweater look really cute....  details on ravelry.

Kindergarten

Guess which one is learning to read?

More retroactive blogging....and a few more shows under out belts

December is a whirlwind.  I know, it's cliche.  But really, do I get any extra points for having 5 family birthdays in December as well as ballets, Christmas concerts and multiple flute playing venues for the flautist in the family.  Anyway, I just wanted to give my Sophie her place in the limelight.....  

Sophie was Dorothy in our local community theatre's Wizard of Oz, and this was her last hurrah in the youth theatre program there.  She most assuredly has the Theatre bug and I've no doubt we will be participating in more shows in the future, just not as  a child.  I can hardly believe how grown up she is.  She's so lovely, and I'm so proud, and I'll shut up and let the pictures be more eloquent than I...

This is Sophie at her band's Christmas concert...first flute. 

how Sophie was born and her mom grew up...

14 years ago, Dec. 5th.  It both feels like it was just yesterday, and in another lifetime.  Parenting teaches me more and more and with more surety and with a truer ring than anything in my life experience that life is so full of flipsides and contradiction.  Nothing is black and white, and clean cut they way we like it.  

Who knew 20 years ago or even 15 that I would be the mother of 5 fine children and married to the man I wanted to be married to? Not I.  

When I look back at the 14 years you've been a part of my life, Sophie dear one, my eyes fill and I can't
keep the tears from spilling.  My heart is so full.  You are so full of promise.  I am so proud I can't stand it.  God bless you my dear one.

Phew!

One show down, and one to go.  Bridie and Nora and I had so much fun at the Nutcracker this year.  It's such a whirlwind of crazy-busy, but I wouldn't trade the memories for the world.  Thanks my beautiful girlies.