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peace.

Today could use a dose of peace. I’m having one of those “didn’t get enough done, don’t feel very good about it” kind of days, and I don’t like the feeling. I’ve been bumping into roadblocks all night and for some reason fighting my way through. Until now. I shouldn’t be fighting. Sometimes, the universe (or more likely, God:), is trying to send me a message that I need to stop battling and just be. And that’s where I’ll likely find what I’m looking for.

So here’s what’s on the menu for the rest of the evening. I’m going to go upstairs and rock and feed a freshly awakened little babe who wants his momma. We’re going to listen to the rain together for a while until he lulls himself back to sleep. Then I’m going to say a prayer (or several), go to bed. I’m scrapping the rest of today’s contents–trading them in, if you will, for some love with my boy and a prayer and a little bit of much needed, refreshing peace.

i hope you’re finding yours tonight, too,

mm

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three months.

Henry David,

It’s been three whole months since you joined us here in the world, and I can’t hardly believe how the time has flown. Thirteen weeks ago I was tucking you in for our very first night together in the hospital…a momma, already so in love with her new baby boy. Every day since then you’ve spiced up my life in your own bright-eyed, wide-smiled, funny face-making kind of way. I can’t get enough of learning you or loving you, and I especially can’t get enough of watching you grow into your own–your personality shines through in everything you do, even at this early age.

I can’t help but wonder over and over why God entrusted such an amazing gift to me, but you are undoubtedly mine and I am so, so thankful.

One quarter of a year, my darling. One quarter of what’s sure to be the best year of my life thus far. I love all of our days together. You are my sweet, sweet boy…

here’s to four months and five months and six and so many more. love,

mm (for momma, in your case:)

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the other end of the day.

From the Farmer’s Market and making faces with my boys to this…still up, mind still racing here, there and everywhere two hours after the babe has been asleep. Still pondering BIG questions and feeling guilty for not being sound asleep while it’s possible. Piles of work, laundry, responsibility filling up the space around me and making me feel very, very small. I miss the faces.

suddenly, oddly, admittedly and humbly overwhelmed,

mm

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faces and the farmer’s market.

I love Saturdays in the summertime. Mostly because they’re made up of the finer things…coffee downtown, trips to the Farmer’s Market for fresh produce and flowers, family time, an occasional trip to the beach. What’s not to love about traipsing around town and enjoying the hot, sunny weather?

Today was no exception. Henry toted us around all over the place. Farmer’s Market? Check. Coffee? Check. Cloth diaper store, toy store, and adorable baby store? Check, check, check. And courtesy of the best new food cart to join West Michigan,

the silver spork. a new favorite.

I noshed on this yummy number for lunch:

summer orzo salad with fresh veggies, berries and feta.

We all came home toasty and tired. It was a hot one today!

sleepy baby.

Later, after we’d rested a bit, we summoned up enough energy to make faces for awhile:

smiley.

lovey.

and oh-so-poutey. my fave.

Do we think there’s a bit of Irish in the lad?

henry o'malley. 😉

Not a bad way to spend the afternoon. Not bad at all.

i hope i dream about that sweet face tonight…or the salad. they’re both delish if you ask me!

mm

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early birds.

Henry fell asleep last night around 10pm and slept straight through the night! I first went in to greet the babe at 5:10 this morning, and in between his “I’m hungry and wet. Someone come to my rescue” cries, he was alert and smiley after a long rest. I nabbed about five of those precious hours, which felt great (although I’ll admit, I could still use a few more). And of course, I was happy to see him at such an early hour when he’d not woken me at all through the night.

Naturally, with seven hours of sleep under his belt, our little bug was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after a diaper change and feeding. Unlike his usual 5 am-ish awake time, Henry was up and ready to go for the day after he ate. Hooray! He was also ready to dirty two fresh cloth diapers in a twenty minute period, to play for a while, and to head down for his morning nap at 6:30am. I’m not sure whether to be excited or nervous about what the day will hold 🙂

At any rate, since we’re up anyway, I’ve folded some laundry, fed and let the dog out, pumped milk for a future bottle, eaten breakfast, gotten dressed and am now blogging, and it’s not yet 7am. Maybe we’re early birds after all…

Henry and I are supposed to head out for a walk with a friend in about 15 minutes, and he is fast asleep in his crib. Sweet little bug. Hmmm, now what? I’ve learned better than to wake a sleeping baby (of course), so the contents of our morning at this point remain to be seen. He could be up again in a few minutes, or he could sleep ’til nine. Life with Henry is one choose-your-own adventure after the next!

no worms this morning. i’m still waaaaaay tired 😉

mm