hello Monday

Hello little (big) boy sleeping in his big boy bed!

Hello dirt under my fingernails… goodbye weeds that have been taking over our “flower”beds for 3 years now (thank you very much, postpartum foggy exhaustedness).

Hello rosemary and basil plants.

Hello baby boy saying “Ee-yi, Ee-yi.” First word was his brothers name. Surprise? Not really. :)

Hello windows open for days. In the middle of the summer? In the middle of Ohio? Yes, and yes. It is wonderful!

Hello picture of the real state of real life… no pretty pictures for you today, sorry!

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Hello homemade dressing, homemade bread, and only all-natural goat cheese and bleu cheese.

Goodbye the bottled stuff (besides for Eli and his daddy), pre-sliced bread, and, sadly, all other cheeses for me :(

Hello not caring too much.

Hello not thinking too much.

Hello paint. I’ve missed you.

 

Eli

My little boy…

who counts “one, two, five…” and sometimes “five, sick, seben, eight, nine, ten!”

who, in evenings and weekends, only wants to hold his daddy’s hand, only wants daddy to put him to bed, only wants daddy to carry him, and when I was the one to wake up with him on Sunday said “daddy… comin’… soon?” as we walked out into the living room together.

 

who loves loves LOVES his daddy

who loves chocolate… and even learned how to say brownie just so he could get “mo’ brownie?” the other night at dinner.

whose favorite TV show is Shaun the Sheep

who, when he wants to tell me something, repeats “mama, mama, mama” until he has my complete attention.

who loves trucks and trains and cars

who says “so’y” (sorry) ALL the time for completely unknown reasons, and sometimes to himself when he drops something or bumps into something, in which case it’s “so’y … it’s okay”

who is awesome at puzzles

who gives me hugs and kisses

who calls for things when he’s looking for them, such as blankie (“bankie”), or pacifier (“fow”), or sippy cup (“ki’ cup)”; like this: “Bankie, whe’ aaaawww-ouuuuu? BAAAANNN-kieeee? Ban-KIE-eeeeeee?” And when he finds whatever he is looking for? “Bankie! Mmmm” (as he hugs it close) and sometimes ” ‘ere ‘e is!” (there he is).

who has recently decided that not only are utensils unnecessary, but who needs to eat with his hands?

 

who repeats every word we say

who loves his dog, and always remembers to tell her she’s a “good girl”

 

LOVES his dog

who now says things like “be yight (right) back” and “sleepin’?” and “ready a go!” and “ready, set, GO!”  and “wanna daw?” (want to draw) and sings funny little versions of “Wheels on the Bus” and “If You’re Happy and You Know It” and everytime I drop something – “okay?” and SOOO much more!

who sits on his daddy’s back and rubs as he says “yub yub yub”

who, every time he is given a piece of paper and something to write with, says “E, L, I!”

who points to words and spouts off random letters {not the correct ones} that I didn’t even know he knew

who always wants to sit with a blanket over his legs

art with my Eli

The other afternoon, I brought Eli and a canvas and a foam paintbrush out to the backyard. I squeezed some robin’s egg blue and some creamy white onto the canvas and let him go. {He quickly decided that using his hands was better :) haha!} This is what he created – with only minimal help from mommy… I only smoothed out the paint globs he left untouched :)

So today when Eli decided to nap for 3 hours {!!!} I got out a smaller paintbrush and my espresso brown…

Trees were inspired by these designs.

After nap, Eli was my helper for making sugar cookies for daddy.

He was in charge of the sugar and flour. And he did great! BUT… apparently he turned the mixer speed onto high while it was unplugged down there… and when I lifted it back to the counter and turned it on… well…

Little brother even got in on the fun…

And while Isaac is getting some camera time I figured I might as well take a 27 week shot {technically tomorrow, but oh well!}

I love my boys :)

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sun-kissed and blue gems

My coffee date today.

His style is speed-dating-esque. Mommy only got a few minutes of interaction, and he flirted with everyone else in the room.
His daddy is the best date. At least he has the best to learn from :)

{I love this post by LoveFeast Table… a Coffee House Culture is something that I want to cultivate in my home}

We went to the farmer’s market yesterday and found these sunny things.
Trying to photograph a bunch of sunflowers is like trying to photograph a group of kids … you can’t get them all to sit facing the same direction.

We also found these yummy things…

And Isaac is growing. As always. {I am so bad at taking pictures of myself… either my face is screwed up into a perplexed expression, or the angle is weird, or my shirt and hair get in the way… so I gave up after about the 20th try. This is what you get.}

25 weeks

little boy heaven

Literally seconds after Eli and I pulled into the garage after getting groceries this morning, this truck pulls up right in front of our driveway to take away the tree that was cut down. Instant toddler entertainment, long enough for mommy to put away the groceries without worrying about Eli running away with a yogurt cup. Instant little boy heaven :) He stood there forever.

And then in the middle of all that, my husband’s new toy arrived (for taking down another tree in the backyard)…

More little boy heaven to be had? Either that or Eli and I will make a run for it so that I don’t lose my sanity trying to keep him entertained away from the backyard…

Isaac is pretty much constantly kicking away these days {so much for thinking he was quiet}. Eli touched my belly yesterday and said “baby” … then waved to my belly and said “hi baby.” I don’t think he really understands yet… it was mostly kind of prompted.

We have watched more Thomas the Train in the last 24 hours than I ever imagined a toddler could. And I slept more in the past 48 hours than I ever thought a mama of a toddler could.

My husband just texted me to let me know that work is letting everyone go home at 3 today.

Did you know my husband is awesome? :) He is.

It is just a good day :)

art

Art made quite accidentally by my little boy who always wants to be outside… {I think he stepped on the heart I’d drawn and filled in with chalk}

Art made because it was the only way I knew how to breathe today…

Art that will eventually take up enough space in my abdomen that breathing might start to feel a little funny…

Art that is still changing and growing and I don’t know what this Art will look like tomorrow or 10 years from today but I know that I will love him…

 

a picture post

Lavender from my mom…

Purple flowers from my sister… (our current favorite color – mine changes often haha)

daisies from my baby…

the littlest baby {at 16 weeks}

I didn’t feel like I looked very pregnant in that first one so I took another… dunno if it’s the angle or what but how can two consecutive pictures look so different???

my older baby :) the one who gave me daisies…

my new favorite Eli-hasn’t-allowed-me-to-shower-in-three-days, get-this-too-thick-half-wavy-hair-off-my-neck, I-have-a-headache-that’ll-just-be-made-worse-by-a-ponytail, I-can-only-find-my-sister’s-hair-band-and-her-hair-is-blond, it’s-just-me-and-Eli-in-the-backyard super loose braid-ish 3 second hair… don’t ask how I did it. I am no good at hair. And I’m sure you can do something much prettier and less messy!

I overdid the hyphens, I know… and I don’t care.

This is my favorite tree…

It would be perfect for a hammock underneath, don’t you think? Oh, and see the windchime? That is from our anniversary trip. It sings all day and I love it.

My tree is also pregnant :) Apples will be ready this fall… just like my baby!

The last apple blossom on the tree… (I loooove apple blossoms!)

A flower growing among the sticks and weeds in our backyard… or maybe it is a weed? I don’t know and I don’t care… it is yellow and pretty.

just a baby post :) {and a little more}

So I’m still kinda quiet around here. Being a pregnant mama of a toddler is exhausting. And I’ve let some things go. And I was talking about my husband about the things that I’ve been letting go of, and his reaction? I’ve let go of the wrong things.

I guess my first reaction, when my hands are too full, is to drop everything that only directly benefits me and grasp tightly to the things that do directly benefit everyone else. Imagine my hands full of tiny strips of paper labeled with everything that actually do, that I wish I could do, that I think I should do. The slip labeled “laundry” stays (much to my displeasure… everyone needs clean underwear at least). The one labeled “art class” floats to the floor. The one labeled “feed the husband and kid (and self)” is firmly grasped. The one labeled “take a shower every couple of days” is… dropped. The slip labeled “give the toddler a bath” stays and I frown a little at it because I really should probably add the word “daily” to the end of that one. The one labeled “blog” is sitting at my feet.

Yeah… I need to do all of those things. The laundry, the bathing of the child, the feeding of us all… but also gripped tightly in my fingers are other slips of paper. Ones that I keep well hidden behind and between the ones I really must do. And those other hidden slips are written by me, in my handwriting, but they have the voices of other people. They are words that I imagine my friends, my family, even people I pass in the grocery store but don’t really know… what those people would tell me to write down. Scroll back. Did you see that word imagine? If not go back and read that sentence again. There aren’t (usually… ahem) people telling me what to do, but I see their faces (or imagine their faces) and hear the words and see the disappointment (again, imagined) in their eyes and so those pieces of paper sit there… partially hidden, because they’re not really mine and so I am unsure of them… but I prioritize them anyway. I keep them and let the parts that are really me – the parts that may in fact (according to my wonderful husband) benefit not just me, but also those people around me, the ones that love me – fall to the floor.

And so here I am. Writing a blog post. Not because I actually have anything of importance or profound-ness or any wit to share. But just because my husband, when I told him that I’d let my blog kinda go, told me “that is one of the last things you should let go.” And to be honest that kind of shocked me. And I’m still not sure I quite get it, quite believe it… but because I love my husband and trust that he knows what is good for me (because, afterall, I am the unshowered-for-the-second?-third?-day-in-a-row woman that he lives with and still loves)… I’m here.

So to give this blog post an actual point, and because it just so coincidentally is the day that the tiny baby is 15 weeks along, my ramblings are going to end with some baby stuff :) Just because. {Well, and also because I don’t have any art to share… because I haven’t yet picked that slip of paper labeled “art” back up off the floor, besides to write down an idea for a sketch…}

A picture! That sounds like a good idea…

That is 14 and a half weeks along. And, as I said when I posted it on facebook, a very very realistic moment in my life. Eli is not two feet away, and did you see the cat? Plotting. And I’m in pajama pants, and I’m pretty sure it was after noon that day. And my hair isn’t brushed. Yeah.

Did I tell you that I felt the baby move? At 13 weeks to the day. With Eli it wasn’t until 16 weeks. And it was Eli’s fault that I felt the baby move so early because he decided that day to plop down right on my stomach, and the baby jumped. Since then I can feel it shifting positions, and I finally felt some tapping the other day, too. And? When our pastor told us to stand up at the end of the service on Sunday, and think about Jesus walking right into the room and standing right in front of you… YOU… while he prayed… the baby moved. A lot. I started to cry… because up until that moment I was having trouble imagining Jesus right there in front of me. Well, baby knew. Teaching me things already…

On a random note… are you friends with your pastor? Because I am. And every time that I talk about him (on here or to somebody) I just want to call him Tom. Not “the pastor”… because to me he is Tom. Not the pastor. But noone would know who I am talking about…

Before this post gets too much out of control and really loses the claim to being a post about anything in particular I’d better go. You’re probably bored with all these words and not much pictures anyway. So I’ll leave you with saying that on Thursday Husband and I leave for three nights. Alone. Yay! Sooo needed. I can not wait :)

chalkboard painting {more kid art}

You’ll need…

a chalk board (I’m more comfortable being in the backyard than the front on the driveway. To see how I made my chalkboards, go here)

a squirt bottle (don’t use one that has had chemicals in it before. I found one in the dollar section at Target)

a piece of chalk or two

a paint brush (I used a spongy one)

a couple toys with different textures or shapes (a bumpy ball, a car to make tracks, a small cup… you get the idea)

bare feet (something I didn’t think of til his socks got wet…)

Now…

have fun painting with water and chalk. You can control how much water goes on the chalkboard by just spraying a little on at a time. We were outside for about an hour doing this! In between Eli getting up and running in circles, of course :) He is, after all, a little boy!

As a side note, I’ve started trying to reinforce confidence in Eli by saying things like “you are an artist!” instead of always saying “you are so good at art!” Or… “you are a musician!” instead of just saying “you are so good at music!” I never want my kids to wonder if they are “good enough”, or to have some imaginary standard of what is “good enough”. We do art, we are artists. It is not about the product – it is always about the process! And I must admit, I do this to remind myself, too… because I am always forgetting…