Monday, May 27, 2013

at twenty eight weeks...

at twenty eight weeks you didn't look like a little baby anymore when i came to pick you up at daycare.  you were so content riding around in this big cart.  your cuteness is seemingly endless.

at twenty eight weeks you had your longest night of sleep yet...7pm to 5:15am.  go girl! here we are celebrating in the morning...sleepy cozy ladies...
at twenty eight weeks you are happy and talkative, and your thighs in leggings are getting out of control and so squeezable...
oh baby girl, you are the root of joy, the essence of love, and the sweetness of life...
at twenty eight weeks you got a visit from your friends charlie and erin.  they brought you a new jacket from patagonia.  you have some growing to do, but we know you will spend many wonderful maine days in this adorable coat...
yay for sunny days spent by the ocean walking trails in the woods...
during the walk i had to snap this photo of your hand peeking out of the carrier.  i love the chubby little fist and wrist roll...

and here you are admiring erin's new bling.  when they shared their exciting news you burst into tears, it was adorable...
maeve, you are delicious.  i love to smother you in kisses and raspberries...to tickle you and hear you find your laugh...to see you observe the world...
we've spent so much time lately on the blanket that jersey made for you surrounded with books and toys.  you are changing before our eyes.  goodness on top of goodness.  greatness built on greatness. wonder peering over endless wonder...
i looked into your room this morning and there you were sitting up on your own, playing with toys, talking, and giggling...
while you were playing, i put together something for your room...
and speaking of which, i haven't really shown your room yet, but here is a view of your bookcase, bin of toys, book nook, and your sign...
at twenty eight weeks you ate like you meant it.  your current favorite is blueberries and pears.  you open your mouth wide in anticipation of your next bite.  our freezer is filled with so many healthy fruits and veggies.  your face is covered...
at twenty eight weeks we did airplane.  those big eyes and big cheeks are all that i need to look at.  this is how flying should be...
at twenty eight weeks you were a stress reliever for one of your dearest followers as she studied for her end of year exams...
every single day we go and visit the baby in the mirror.  you love her.  you are now reaching out and touching her.  you always smile when we visit.  today i took a picture, but you were too busy staring at the baby!
you and dad had some good fun this week.  i started a writing class this week, so you two had a special night without me.  you also had half of a weekend day together, just the two of you, while i went on an adventure with christina.
when i got back from our adventure, i opened the door and heard dad shout from the back room can i get some help in here?, which i knew could only mean one thing.  you had a massive blowout in skinny jeans and i walked in to dad gagging and trying his best.  we cleaned you up and then took this photo before we plopped you into the bath...
 
at twenty eight weeks we took lots of walks to madeline point.  yay for peaceful and lush trails...and time together to walk, talk, and be...
at twenty eight weeks you smelled lily of the valley for the first time, before giving them to a neighbor... 

it was a special week with august.  you two went to the cousins island chapel and got married (yay!)...

 i got this picture sent to me at work with the caption "tiny dancer"...
 you hit up the library...
 you finally got august back for all the arm kisses he gave you...
 be sties holding hands...
 you had some deep conversations...

and you played with your favorite toys...
you rolled over this week from your back to your belly while with rachael and august.  it was so exciting to learn that you did this, as just the night before dad and i spent an hour with you on the floor watching you try and try.  we knew it was close.

maeve, dad just walked into my office to say good night.  i burst into tears.  happy tears.  writing this post to you each week is such an important hour of my week.  it is a time of reflection.  of rereading old posts.  of remembering where we've been.  of looking at who you are, right now.  of scanning my mind and heart...and putting it into words.

sunday evenings used to be spent thinking about heading back to work, wishing the weekend could be a little longer, and letting my mind wander and worry.  and now, writing to you is my sunday routine.  it keeps me focused on the good stuff and allows to me to savor this time.  and lady, did you hear?  our weekends are about to get a day longer! i can't wait to spend every friday with you this summer.  just me and you...doing whatever it is we find ourselves doing.  no errands, just fun, you, and me...and mr. hobbes!

i love you, maeve.  period.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

at twenty seven weeks...

at twenty seven weeks you reached out and gave hobbes a sweet little scratch on the ear.  he loved it.  we loved it, too.  your relationship is growing!

in the photo below it's obvious we are family, as evidenced by our all being within a four foot radius of one another...dyer style...
at twenty seven weeks you got this adorable homemade bib from raquel and oliver.  super maeve...
you've been trying new foods.  next up sweet potato.  lately when we feed you, you are more interested in the bib than the food...but we keep trying.  here you are in that bib making another silly expression...

at twenty seven weeks you now sit in a highchair, which is a big deal! you look so pleased and love watching the action... 
and there was lots of action in the kitchen during your twenty seventh week.  we had friends over for a baby food making party.  we chopped, peeled, steamed, and pureed all kinds of fruits and veggies...
we made peas, beans, broccoli, sweet potato, squash, blueberries, apricots, nectarines, beets, pears, and more...
at twenty seven weeks i celebrated my 33rd birthday by spending the day with you and dad at wolfe's neck. i feel so lucky.  this birthday has meant more to me than any other...

and this is what i woke up to in our bed this week.  hello big eyes and rosy cheeks...
at twenty seven weeks you are doing so well.  you fall asleep around six at night and your are up about twice in the night.  during the day you take a few naps, but they are usually just short power naps.  this weekend you took a nap at ocean's edge...
at twenty seven weeks we planted the garden and in some containers.  we posed for a picture before the digging started...
you supervised from your exersaucer...
and hobbes accidentally started digging a hole to china.  when i asked him what he was doing, this is the eyes-closed/i'm invisible look he gave me in response...
at twenty seven weeks you are more stable when sitting up, but still need someone really close by.  and you are working so hard on rolling over, but didn't quite get there this week.  this blanket that you are laying on was your dad's when he was a baby.  we just found the picture of when grandma was given this from jane at her shower...
 i love you.  i love you.  i love you...
and boy oh boy, do you love your daddy-o.  you two are so silly and you look over at him all the time.  this morning when we were in bed, you and i were awake and you were sitting on my stomach.  dad was covered by the blankets and then his alarm went of.  you looked over as the blankets moved unsure of what was going on.  when he rolled over and you saw that it was him, you beamed a smile immediately.  and throughout the day you watch him so intently...
this week you spent two days with rachael, august, and wilder.  here you are enjoying the sun in your sunhat...
you and august hanging out...
and getting some help with your bottle, what a gentleman...
at twenty seven weeks i went back and flipped through all of my iphone photos since you were born.  it's hard to believe that was you.  it also makes me a little sad, because the photos from the first week show a time that was such a blur of shock, wonder, learning, fatigue, and newness...a time that i don't really remember much without seeing the photos.  oh and you were so little.  what is imprinted is your smell, your softness, and for some reason the shape of your teeny head.  

maeve, this week has been a week of loving what is and where we are right now.  right now is filled with chubby legs and knee dimples, a love of water/hoses/faucets, high pitch chatter, curiosity, smiles, recognition, and a love of books.  to watch you as you sit on a lap and have a story read to you is darling...you have hands on the pages, eyes looking all around...and then of course there is the period where you just start talking/singing without taking a break as the story unfolds.  

as this week wraps up and next week's story unfolds, i hope you feel deep in your heart the love that surrounds you here in our house and out in the world.  it's infinite.  

and girl, this is a four day work week and a four day weekend!  let the adventure begin!

Sunday, May 12, 2013

at twenty six weeks...

at twenty six weeks we went to west springfield and you met your great-grandma! you are her twelfth great-grand.  and you are the first daughter of a daughter of a daughter.  pretty special. 
you know what else is special?  my grammie reads my blog...at almost 92 years old.  i hope when i am 92 i'm celebrating the things that are familiar and embracing the new.  
hi grammie...we love you!
at twenty six weeks you danced under aunt kim's disco ball in preparation for your visit with great-grammie...
and re-enacted a famous sady family photo...
and aunt eileen took a bunch of sweet photos of you...



 you also met your second cousin, emma...
 
and no proper trip to west springfield is complete without a trip to...

at twenty six weeks, we logged some miles.  after massachusetts, we drove to new harbor to celebrate mother's day and my birthday...
you loved the candles and i made a really good wish...
you got passed around and were the center of the party with those new giggles you let out...
 we showed you the picture of you and nana and great grammie... 
and you couldn't stop staring...
then you and popsie had a meeting of the minds... 
 
this one is blurry, but i just love it...because the moment you were born i remember how skinny your little ankles were...but not anymore...
you got out for a walk with dad in the new ergo...
and here i am doing my impression of you in the car.  what do you think?


at twenty six weeks we were able to get some family photos...

dad at the top...
 cozy on the couch...
and while out for a walk, i took a photo of you and decided it was only fair to turn the camera around and take a photo of me.  here we are on our first mother's day.  you, then me...

 and at twenty six weeks of course you had some good fun with your buddy...
your expressions in this next one are priceless...
you may have co-slept in a co-sleeper (and you also stole august's blankets...you are certainly your mother's daughter)...
 
wilder read you some stories...
 and you followed his lead wearing a tie and getting dressed up...
when i look at this photo i can sort of imagine you as a 75 year old lady in florida on the beach...
at twenty six weeks we had some fun with food, although you mainly look terrified...
you are currently fascinated by the spoon, but not really by the contents...

and this week we let you gnaw on a cob of corn...
 
at twenty six weeks you feel like a real person, which makes it sound like you were something else before...it's not that...it's just that i can really see your personality in this past week.  you seem more grown up and i may regret writing this...but a bit more predictable and able to be understood.  your laugh is something i will love forever and this week you laughed and laughed.

getting to celebrate mother's day in this new way was really special.  this week i had some moments of wondering about the path of parenthood and my mothering style.  i also had many moments that pulled me back on course and reminded me to stand tall in my mama boots...to listen to my gut...and to trust that no one knows the way to raise children...for there isn't one way, there are lots of ways.  there are studies and studies and studies....there are millions of books...there are so many opinions and options.  in the end, i'm learning that i have to honor what i value and believe, as honoring what someone else values for me and wants me to believe doesn't cut it.  

maeve, you are teaching me every single day how to choose love, how to be present, how to be patient, and how to keep it simple.  you are the best mother's day gift.  on the ride home from new harbor, dad and i listened to the audio clip of the moment you were born.  wow.  wow.  wow.  talk about a gift...
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