Levi is down for him morning nap, and I am giving up a few minutes of my valuable baby free time to blog. Because this season is exhausting and wonderful and there is so much I am afraid I will forget so here are a few bullets.
* You are obsessed with toilet brushes. I think you have some weird baby radar because it doesn't matter how many times we move them, or try to hide them you manage to find them. Not quite sure what is so exciting, but it won't be long until I decide to give up stopping you and start teaching you how to scrub that toilet bowl.
* You have officially reached the stage where your lack of noise makes me come running to see what you have got into...and you never fail to surprise me.
* Your have discovered our stereo (yes, we still have a stereo) But you and your pointer finger like to push the buttons, open the cassette deck (yes, it's has a cassette deck) you have also figured out the on and off button so that your button pushing can actually make music start or stop as you play CD's. You are just so into learning how stuff works and this is no exception. You watch us as we show you different buttons making different things happen and you copy and learn. You are little sponge taking it all in.
* You love opening cupboards. We have child locks on some, but you have turned your attention to the ones you can get into. You especially enjoy the pots and pans cupboard. It makes cooking with you underfoot complicated and noisy!
* You love chomping on raw carrots. You may only have 2 teeth but they work hard to chomp off little pieces, and I am sure it feels good on your gums.
* Favourite food of the moment - Yogurt.
* Bath time is still a highlight of your day. I am eager to sign you up for swim lessons soon because your are fearless and I want you to learn early.
* You are a skillfully quick toilet paper un-roller.
* You love to read books which warms my heart. I enjoy our morning snuggle times when you let me eek out a few more minutes in bed by sitting and reading books with me. You especially like the book, Baby Giggles full of photos of babies, and all books with flaps to open.
* You can reach the changing mat from your crib and sooth yourself to sleep by pulling it onto the floor at every opportunity. We are just waiting for you to figure otu if you pulled into the crib you could use it to help you climb out... I am glad you can't read this to get any ideas sooner than you think of it on your own.
So many more but you will be waking up soon and I need to get ready for the day before that happens - I laughed the other day watching a morning TV show when they talked about mothers of young kids and having a beauty routine in the same sentence...my beauty routine consists of brushing my teeth (most days)!
Life is full and busy but I want to be certain to stop and breath in little moments each day.
Happy Monday to you all!
Monday, May 20, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Looking forward to summer changes
I miss this space. I miss taking time to process life. To find the lessons and beauty all around. But life is busy. Too busy if I am honest. And in that vein, I am making some changes to try and find a better balance between being productive and being present.
Studying for classes is 100 times harder with a baby. Considerably more than I had anticipated and stress levels have been rising in all areas of life as I have let things slide in order to get assignments completed. With only three classes left to take after this quarter I had considered just plowing on, but for the health of our family as well as me personally I am going to take the summer off to focus on being wife and mother. I am SO looking froward to the break.
I am signed up for a math class this fall. Gross, but it's all I have left. And signing up makes me feel better about taking time off for summer. This means that if I take one class a quarter I will begin the new calendar year with 2 quarters left. Sigh. I had desperately wanted to be finished in 2013, but it was just not to be - especially considering all the classes I have left are prerequisites for the next. Plodding along, the end in sight, just a little further off than I had expected.
I will get this Associates Degree if it kills me. Which it might, but hopefully that will be less likely after some long summer days enjoying the sunshine, spray parks days at the zoo, picnics, trips to the beach, outdoor concerts, hikes and generally squeezing the juice out of the summer here in the Pacific Northwest with both the wonderful men in my life.
Hoping the summer will also give me time to be here more, because the days are passing so fast, and I would love to have more memories of this time recorded to look back on. Levi is at such a darling stage right now. He is a sponge, learning things all the time. He doesn't miss a beat and sometimes it feels hard to keep up with his curiosity.
He wakes up early, and from the second he pops up to walk laps around the crib, Lovie in his hand, he is jabbering at HIGH volume. Telling us all about his night and how much he has missed us and sharing his plans hopes for the days ahead. It would be way less fun to wake up if he wasn't such a chipper little guy. I just want to stay in these moments forever.
Studying for classes is 100 times harder with a baby. Considerably more than I had anticipated and stress levels have been rising in all areas of life as I have let things slide in order to get assignments completed. With only three classes left to take after this quarter I had considered just plowing on, but for the health of our family as well as me personally I am going to take the summer off to focus on being wife and mother. I am SO looking froward to the break.
I am signed up for a math class this fall. Gross, but it's all I have left. And signing up makes me feel better about taking time off for summer. This means that if I take one class a quarter I will begin the new calendar year with 2 quarters left. Sigh. I had desperately wanted to be finished in 2013, but it was just not to be - especially considering all the classes I have left are prerequisites for the next. Plodding along, the end in sight, just a little further off than I had expected.
I will get this Associates Degree if it kills me. Which it might, but hopefully that will be less likely after some long summer days enjoying the sunshine, spray parks days at the zoo, picnics, trips to the beach, outdoor concerts, hikes and generally squeezing the juice out of the summer here in the Pacific Northwest with both the wonderful men in my life.
Hoping the summer will also give me time to be here more, because the days are passing so fast, and I would love to have more memories of this time recorded to look back on. Levi is at such a darling stage right now. He is a sponge, learning things all the time. He doesn't miss a beat and sometimes it feels hard to keep up with his curiosity.
He wakes up early, and from the second he pops up to walk laps around the crib, Lovie in his hand, he is jabbering at HIGH volume. Telling us all about his night and how much he has missed us and sharing his plans hopes for the days ahead. It would be way less fun to wake up if he wasn't such a chipper little guy. I just want to stay in these moments forever.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Dear levi - Nine months old
Dear Levi.
Another month has gone by in a blur. You are growing up so fast and it's a joy to watch and exhausting to parent!
You have decided that your ninth month was the time you wanted to take your first steps. You have been steady on your feet for a while but out of the blue while your Dad and I were talking, you decided to take 3 steps across the room! It was thrilling to see the light bulb flick on in your little brain too as you figured out what you had done. You have continued to take a few steps here and there and are getting brave to step between the couch and the ottoman or other shorter gaps. You don't seem to realize that you can't actually walk yet however, and constantly start off across the room only to face-plant a few steps in when your eagerness pushes you faster than your feet can carry you - but you are not discouraged and get back up to do it all over again a few minutes later.
(Although you did celebrate your nine month birthday with a doozie of a boo-boo, poor guy)
You are starting to understand so much more about the world around you. We have started taking almost daily trips to Northacres park now the weather is nicer, and when I say that I am going to get the stroller, you look towards the garage door where we keep it and eagerly crawl over. You also recognise the garage door opening and look to see when Daddy will come in at the end of the day.
Your opinions are getting stronger too, you certainly know how to fake cry when you are told "no", or every single one of the thirty times a day we take away the cell hone/remote/laptop/monitor screen/electric cable/fireplace guard from you before (or just after) you put them in your mouth. Your face scrunches up and your cry is loud and forced. Not that it doesn't make my heart a little sad every time you do it, but knowing it's just the start of us disciplining you, I know I need to toughen up and be consistent. I have officially started to use your full name to discourage certain behaviour, and now, just hearing "Levi Rhys" in a stern tone can start the fake cry when you know that we can see where you are headed!
We are pretty sure that you are close to saying your first word too. You have been talking incessantly in baby gibberish for the last few weeks - even in your sleep you chatter - but you have been saying "Dada" a lot. You chatter away from the minute you wake up and don't stop unless you are asleep.
You have discovered your rhythm too and bob away whenever you hear music, or step foot to foot when you are standing. You even dance to Grandpa's elevator music :)
[Here are a few 9 month picture shots - these are getting harder and harder to take each month as his spirit of adventure increases...]
Another month has gone by in a blur. You are growing up so fast and it's a joy to watch and exhausting to parent!
You have decided that your ninth month was the time you wanted to take your first steps. You have been steady on your feet for a while but out of the blue while your Dad and I were talking, you decided to take 3 steps across the room! It was thrilling to see the light bulb flick on in your little brain too as you figured out what you had done. You have continued to take a few steps here and there and are getting brave to step between the couch and the ottoman or other shorter gaps. You don't seem to realize that you can't actually walk yet however, and constantly start off across the room only to face-plant a few steps in when your eagerness pushes you faster than your feet can carry you - but you are not discouraged and get back up to do it all over again a few minutes later.
(Although you did celebrate your nine month birthday with a doozie of a boo-boo, poor guy)
You are starting to understand so much more about the world around you. We have started taking almost daily trips to Northacres park now the weather is nicer, and when I say that I am going to get the stroller, you look towards the garage door where we keep it and eagerly crawl over. You also recognise the garage door opening and look to see when Daddy will come in at the end of the day.
Your opinions are getting stronger too, you certainly know how to fake cry when you are told "no", or every single one of the thirty times a day we take away the cell hone/remote/laptop/monitor screen/electric cable/fireplace guard from you before (or just after) you put them in your mouth. Your face scrunches up and your cry is loud and forced. Not that it doesn't make my heart a little sad every time you do it, but knowing it's just the start of us disciplining you, I know I need to toughen up and be consistent. I have officially started to use your full name to discourage certain behaviour, and now, just hearing "Levi Rhys" in a stern tone can start the fake cry when you know that we can see where you are headed!
We are pretty sure that you are close to saying your first word too. You have been talking incessantly in baby gibberish for the last few weeks - even in your sleep you chatter - but you have been saying "Dada" a lot. You chatter away from the minute you wake up and don't stop unless you are asleep.
You have discovered your rhythm too and bob away whenever you hear music, or step foot to foot when you are standing. You even dance to Grandpa's elevator music :)
[Here are a few 9 month picture shots - these are getting harder and harder to take each month as his spirit of adventure increases...]
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Cherish
Tonight, I rocked my 'full of snot' baby boy to sleep in my arms while we sat in the glider in his room. It was one of those moments I can imagine will keep my heart warm, open and soft forever, whatever the world may throw at me in the future.
His cold has made him extra sleepy by bedtime for the past few nights, in part due to the lack of good naps in the day because of his congestion. The glider was rocking, as he nursed, and his head was warm against my arm. He was close to sleep. He unlatched from nursing and was still, snuggled into me. It was the special kind of still that is accompanied by light snoring :)
All of a sudden, his head gently turned to look up at me, his big eyes heavy with sleep were blinking slowly. He was staring but not making any noise when suddenly he broke into the most heart melting smile. Before I knew it, the smile was gone, and his eyes couldn't resist sleep any longer. His body became heavy and peaceful and the snoring began in earnest. He was asleep.
As I laid him in his crib my heart was so thankful for the gift of being this sweet baby boy's mother. The reality of motherhood is much harder than I anticipated but in moments like that, I am blown away by the beauty it brings into my life. I always thought I wanted lots of kids close in age and while my heart would still love to carry another baby and grow our family, I am aware of how precious this time with just Levi truly is.
I love that Jeremy comes home from work every day and we sit together, watching Levi play as I fill him in on every detail of our day. We delight in everything he does...even when he is a stinker. We know we are blessed. A tiny piece of me feels a little sad that one day we might have another child because Levi will suddenly be faced with sharing our attention :) [and yes, I know that actually be a very good thing for him to experience so he doesn't become completely spoiled]
Moments like tonight when my precious, long-hoped for, baby boy gazes up at me and his eyes tell me that he feels safe and loved, I am thankful that God is giving me the ability to love him well. (And it's also at moments like that, I most crave another child to experience these beautiful moments again.)
In recent days we have seen our not so little 8.5 month old take his first steps, feed himself with ever developing skill and accuracy, and begin to fill our house with constant chatter. These baby days already feel fleeting and I am trying to take time, take a breath, and commit some sweet moments to memory.
His cold has made him extra sleepy by bedtime for the past few nights, in part due to the lack of good naps in the day because of his congestion. The glider was rocking, as he nursed, and his head was warm against my arm. He was close to sleep. He unlatched from nursing and was still, snuggled into me. It was the special kind of still that is accompanied by light snoring :)
All of a sudden, his head gently turned to look up at me, his big eyes heavy with sleep were blinking slowly. He was staring but not making any noise when suddenly he broke into the most heart melting smile. Before I knew it, the smile was gone, and his eyes couldn't resist sleep any longer. His body became heavy and peaceful and the snoring began in earnest. He was asleep.
As I laid him in his crib my heart was so thankful for the gift of being this sweet baby boy's mother. The reality of motherhood is much harder than I anticipated but in moments like that, I am blown away by the beauty it brings into my life. I always thought I wanted lots of kids close in age and while my heart would still love to carry another baby and grow our family, I am aware of how precious this time with just Levi truly is.
I love that Jeremy comes home from work every day and we sit together, watching Levi play as I fill him in on every detail of our day. We delight in everything he does...even when he is a stinker. We know we are blessed. A tiny piece of me feels a little sad that one day we might have another child because Levi will suddenly be faced with sharing our attention :) [and yes, I know that actually be a very good thing for him to experience so he doesn't become completely spoiled]
Moments like tonight when my precious, long-hoped for, baby boy gazes up at me and his eyes tell me that he feels safe and loved, I am thankful that God is giving me the ability to love him well. (And it's also at moments like that, I most crave another child to experience these beautiful moments again.)
In recent days we have seen our not so little 8.5 month old take his first steps, feed himself with ever developing skill and accuracy, and begin to fill our house with constant chatter. These baby days already feel fleeting and I am trying to take time, take a breath, and commit some sweet moments to memory.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Dear Levi - Eight Months Old (just a few days late!)
Dear Levi,
The tardiness of this post is a direct reflection of how much has changed in the past month. You have become the busiest little bean; mastered crawling at lightening speed, started pulling yourself to standing with ease, cruising around the furniture and taking steps behind your walker doing laps of the room (if only you could figure out how to turn it around by yourself!)
You are a busy kid. Exploring the world with an energy that inspires and exhausts me in equal measure.
You continue to explore with your pointer finger, which has led to us placing socket protectors on all the outlets we thought you would reach and get into and some that you discovered and we had missed. Those little holes are just the perfect size for your little fingers and you can't understand why we discourage you from sticking them in there.
This love of little holes has also helped you find another new skill. You were reaching to try and stick your finger in the keyhole on the TV cabinet when your hand would slip and catch the 'u' shaped handle which you then pulled to open the doors to the delights of the DVD player, cable box and cords galore. Daddy locked the cabinet and now you spend many infuriating minutes pulling hard on the handle trying to understand why it now won't open. However, this discovery opened your eyes to the wonder of door to open and the kitchen cabinets full of pots and pans have become your playground.
Your fine motor skills have really developed too, I think the desire to get those Cheerios and freeze dried yogurt drops into your mouth was enough motivation and now you are prone to keeping your mouth clamped shut when we try to feed you something that you consider you could put in your mouth by yourself. I am thankful you are still willing (and eager) to eat from a spoon without too much protest, although your bubble blowing while eating had resulted in me wearing an apron so I don't get pebble-dashed by your purees.
You are still sleeping a quasi schedule. You ave pretty consistently dropped your third nap, and have started showing signs that you might take longer naps but you seem to be most tired about an hour and a half after you first wake up - that nap is always your longest. I guess its a reflection of the fact you are still up two or three times a night :) Your bedtime is still between 6 and 7pm and you are getting better at settling to sleep even though you now enjoy cruising around holding onto the sides of your crib and throwing your lovie or your socks out across the room! You have quite the arm already little man, future Mariner perhaps? You Dad would love that!
You are ever more verbal, jabbering away from the second you wake up until you finally give up and fall asleep. You still seem to favor "Dada" over any other word, but I am still hoping that "Mama" will makes its way into your vocab soon. I can't wait to see you start using those words to call for us specifically. At present when you are trying to get our attention, or anyone's really, you stare and yell, "AH!" And you will not be denied, you can keep yelling until you are responded to. This made for much entertainment after I turned off the 'View', a chat show on TV and the faces of the women disappeared. You were staring at the blank screen and yelling and yelling, getting quite perturbed that they were not returning at your call!! ha ha
Your sense of humor is a delight to watch unfold. Your laugh is amazing, music to this mama's ears.
Love you Buggaboo,
Mama x
Here is a picture snapped right after I was trying to feed you and you blew a bubble. Gross. But cute too :)
The tardiness of this post is a direct reflection of how much has changed in the past month. You have become the busiest little bean; mastered crawling at lightening speed, started pulling yourself to standing with ease, cruising around the furniture and taking steps behind your walker doing laps of the room (if only you could figure out how to turn it around by yourself!)
You are a busy kid. Exploring the world with an energy that inspires and exhausts me in equal measure.
You continue to explore with your pointer finger, which has led to us placing socket protectors on all the outlets we thought you would reach and get into and some that you discovered and we had missed. Those little holes are just the perfect size for your little fingers and you can't understand why we discourage you from sticking them in there.
This love of little holes has also helped you find another new skill. You were reaching to try and stick your finger in the keyhole on the TV cabinet when your hand would slip and catch the 'u' shaped handle which you then pulled to open the doors to the delights of the DVD player, cable box and cords galore. Daddy locked the cabinet and now you spend many infuriating minutes pulling hard on the handle trying to understand why it now won't open. However, this discovery opened your eyes to the wonder of door to open and the kitchen cabinets full of pots and pans have become your playground.
Your fine motor skills have really developed too, I think the desire to get those Cheerios and freeze dried yogurt drops into your mouth was enough motivation and now you are prone to keeping your mouth clamped shut when we try to feed you something that you consider you could put in your mouth by yourself. I am thankful you are still willing (and eager) to eat from a spoon without too much protest, although your bubble blowing while eating had resulted in me wearing an apron so I don't get pebble-dashed by your purees.
You are still sleeping a quasi schedule. You ave pretty consistently dropped your third nap, and have started showing signs that you might take longer naps but you seem to be most tired about an hour and a half after you first wake up - that nap is always your longest. I guess its a reflection of the fact you are still up two or three times a night :) Your bedtime is still between 6 and 7pm and you are getting better at settling to sleep even though you now enjoy cruising around holding onto the sides of your crib and throwing your lovie or your socks out across the room! You have quite the arm already little man, future Mariner perhaps? You Dad would love that!
You are ever more verbal, jabbering away from the second you wake up until you finally give up and fall asleep. You still seem to favor "Dada" over any other word, but I am still hoping that "Mama" will makes its way into your vocab soon. I can't wait to see you start using those words to call for us specifically. At present when you are trying to get our attention, or anyone's really, you stare and yell, "AH!" And you will not be denied, you can keep yelling until you are responded to. This made for much entertainment after I turned off the 'View', a chat show on TV and the faces of the women disappeared. You were staring at the blank screen and yelling and yelling, getting quite perturbed that they were not returning at your call!! ha ha
Your sense of humor is a delight to watch unfold. Your laugh is amazing, music to this mama's ears.
Love you Buggaboo,
Mama x
Here is a picture snapped right after I was trying to feed you and you blew a bubble. Gross. But cute too :)
Friday, April 5, 2013
Cute Pajamas, and Routines at last.
When you are about to have a baby, people give you lots of tips and recommendations for the things that they couldn't live without in their motherhood experience. Things that rocked the baby to sleep, potions and devices that help your baby pass gas or get rid of snot, cream that made your nipples not fall off, onesies that were so soft you wanted to snuggle them even before they were wrapped around your infant...but I will be adding a new "must have' item to the list.
Cute Pajamas.
Pre-baby I imagined that I would get up and dressed before the baby woke up, have a cup of coffee and do a devotional to have some 'me' time. Then the baby would gloriously wake up right on cue as I sipped my last sip and closed the page of my book. Ok, laugh away, get it out of your system, But no tales of exhaustion and lack of time for the basics such as showers or using the loo could dim my beautiful fantasy. And then I had Levi, and endured a few 'forced' pajama days because I literally didn't have time to change, let alone wash any part of my body while caring for my sweet baby boy.
My early rising dream bubble quickly burst. I was not going to be giving up any precious sleep. I would have my 'me' time in bed. Asleep.
But life moved on. Levi started napping and slowly but surely, here we are at almost 8 months (!!?) in a pretty consistent routine - and yes, I understand that simply typing those words might jinx the whole thing.
He wakes up between 6.30 and 7am, happy as a clam, chatting up a storm and ready for fun. I am not willing to get up before this. He has been waking just twice through the night (down for 3 or 4 when he was teething) to feed which is totally do-able, but even so, I need to sleep all that I can. But that has meant I am spending the first few hours of my day in pajamas.
Levi gets up, nurses, we sit in bed, we read books, I catch a few minutes of the today show and then we head down stairs for breakfast. I make food for both of us, Levi cheering me on from his highchair. We eat. I clean up the mess - also known as Levi - and then it's back up stairs for Levi to go down for his first nap. He goes down about 2 hours after he wakes up, he can't seem to last much longer.
And then the 'me' time starts. Not that it is as beautiful as my imaginary me time had been. It involves a rush to shower do my hair & makeup because without those I don't feel human. Once I am put together I fell as though I can take on the world. I usually am throwing on a load of diapers rather than reading anything, and am gulping down a usually cold-by-the-time-I-get-to-it, cup of tea. while pumping and if I am really lucky, catching 20 minutes of something on the DVR before Levi wakes up.
All that to say, Yay! for routines and also to reveal the importance of cute pajamas. They are what I wear a few hours in the morning, and after I peel off the spit up and food particle covered clothes from the day. And they are sometimes the only thing Jeremy see same wearing, if the spit up had been especially forthcoming and I have changed before Levi is in bed.
Gone are the days of lacy nighties and newlywed satin numbers. I am talking comfortable as well as cute. It would be easy to just pull on a pair of J's over-sized PJ bottoms and an old T-shirt of his - that would fill the comfy criteria, but not the cute one. So I invested in a couple of pairs, and had another give as a Christmas present. They make me feel good about myself. And if I do say so myself, I look cute in them.
So ladies - it is tough to feel good about a post baby body sometimes, and it can be tough to feel pretty when your clothes are covered on sticky fingerprints but having cute jammies to change into at the end of the day can really make all the difference!
That was a long post... I will reward your faithful reading with a shot of the bubs in his Tigger towel. Pretty adroable!
Cute Pajamas.
Pre-baby I imagined that I would get up and dressed before the baby woke up, have a cup of coffee and do a devotional to have some 'me' time. Then the baby would gloriously wake up right on cue as I sipped my last sip and closed the page of my book. Ok, laugh away, get it out of your system, But no tales of exhaustion and lack of time for the basics such as showers or using the loo could dim my beautiful fantasy. And then I had Levi, and endured a few 'forced' pajama days because I literally didn't have time to change, let alone wash any part of my body while caring for my sweet baby boy.
My early rising dream bubble quickly burst. I was not going to be giving up any precious sleep. I would have my 'me' time in bed. Asleep.
But life moved on. Levi started napping and slowly but surely, here we are at almost 8 months (!!?) in a pretty consistent routine - and yes, I understand that simply typing those words might jinx the whole thing.
He wakes up between 6.30 and 7am, happy as a clam, chatting up a storm and ready for fun. I am not willing to get up before this. He has been waking just twice through the night (down for 3 or 4 when he was teething) to feed which is totally do-able, but even so, I need to sleep all that I can. But that has meant I am spending the first few hours of my day in pajamas.
Levi gets up, nurses, we sit in bed, we read books, I catch a few minutes of the today show and then we head down stairs for breakfast. I make food for both of us, Levi cheering me on from his highchair. We eat. I clean up the mess - also known as Levi - and then it's back up stairs for Levi to go down for his first nap. He goes down about 2 hours after he wakes up, he can't seem to last much longer.
And then the 'me' time starts. Not that it is as beautiful as my imaginary me time had been. It involves a rush to shower do my hair & makeup because without those I don't feel human. Once I am put together I fell as though I can take on the world. I usually am throwing on a load of diapers rather than reading anything, and am gulping down a usually cold-by-the-time-I-get-to-it, cup of tea. while pumping and if I am really lucky, catching 20 minutes of something on the DVR before Levi wakes up.
All that to say, Yay! for routines and also to reveal the importance of cute pajamas. They are what I wear a few hours in the morning, and after I peel off the spit up and food particle covered clothes from the day. And they are sometimes the only thing Jeremy see same wearing, if the spit up had been especially forthcoming and I have changed before Levi is in bed.
Gone are the days of lacy nighties and newlywed satin numbers. I am talking comfortable as well as cute. It would be easy to just pull on a pair of J's over-sized PJ bottoms and an old T-shirt of his - that would fill the comfy criteria, but not the cute one. So I invested in a couple of pairs, and had another give as a Christmas present. They make me feel good about myself. And if I do say so myself, I look cute in them.
So ladies - it is tough to feel good about a post baby body sometimes, and it can be tough to feel pretty when your clothes are covered on sticky fingerprints but having cute jammies to change into at the end of the day can really make all the difference!
That was a long post... I will reward your faithful reading with a shot of the bubs in his Tigger towel. Pretty adroable!
Sunday, March 31, 2013
He is Risen Indeed!
Hoping you all had a wonderful Easter celebration. We certainly did. I love to host this holiday and his year I pushed the boat out and make a lamb roast. I think the first rul e of hosting in not to make a new recipe for company, right? Well, on reflection that might have been a good idea. My plan to eat around 2.30 or 3pm turned into eating at 4pm. My family were gracious and the Brie, crackers and grapes I had set out were certainly necessary!
Luckily, it was a glorious day weather-wise and we had time to take Levi to play at the local park while we were waiting for the roast was doing it's thing. It was delicious in the end, and was matched with equally delicious elements brought by my Mother-in-law and sister-in-law.
I also tried my hand at some good old British Yorkshire puddings which turned out fabulously! I think I will tweak the recipe slightly to make them again but I will definitely make them again :) Another menu item that was a big hit and will be made again with a few minor tweaks thanks to lessons learned, was dessert. Strawberry meringue cake. Holy moley. It was good.
I had fun decorating the table this year and I took some inspiration from something I saw on Pinterest to make my Peeps centerpiece.
Levi had a great first Easter. Having his giggles and bubble blowing through the service was a reminder of how great the power of Christ's resurrection is. In this world, full of our sin and full of darkness, it can be hard to expect miracles. We don't deserve the freedom in which we live. But in Christ's death we have life. Full, abundant life. Life in relationship with our creator God. Levi is our answer to prayer. He is our miracle and our constant reminder that death has been defeated and Christ controls our destiny. Now that is a reason to celebrate!
Here are a few snaps from our day;
Luckily, it was a glorious day weather-wise and we had time to take Levi to play at the local park while we were waiting for the roast was doing it's thing. It was delicious in the end, and was matched with equally delicious elements brought by my Mother-in-law and sister-in-law.
I also tried my hand at some good old British Yorkshire puddings which turned out fabulously! I think I will tweak the recipe slightly to make them again but I will definitely make them again :) Another menu item that was a big hit and will be made again with a few minor tweaks thanks to lessons learned, was dessert. Strawberry meringue cake. Holy moley. It was good.
I had fun decorating the table this year and I took some inspiration from something I saw on Pinterest to make my Peeps centerpiece.
Levi had a great first Easter. Having his giggles and bubble blowing through the service was a reminder of how great the power of Christ's resurrection is. In this world, full of our sin and full of darkness, it can be hard to expect miracles. We don't deserve the freedom in which we live. But in Christ's death we have life. Full, abundant life. Life in relationship with our creator God. Levi is our answer to prayer. He is our miracle and our constant reminder that death has been defeated and Christ controls our destiny. Now that is a reason to celebrate!
Here are a few snaps from our day;
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