Photos courtesy of Aunt Erica.
Here’s a short snippet to remember how much we love hanging with Baby Hazel. Our house will soon be for sale and the thought of not having this sweet Baby Friend a stairwell away is sad. Hazel was born June 30th with Fields trailing after on September 13th. Fields outgrew Hazel quickly, and we love seeing their differences. Fieldsy’s hands are big and firm while Hazels are delicate and soft. She make subtle movements and loves to whisper while Fields makes grunt and nearly scoots across the floor. Baby time is my fave.
We love you Miss Hazel Elece.
We’ve been conversing for a while now, but more recently your sentences are getting longer. It’s so neat to see you thinking it through. You’ll start a sentence, pause, and then add another word or two.
Here are some of our recent conversations…
H: (During lunch today)Th-t looks good…or nasty!…I’m excited to eat th-t….More cheese? Yeah? Yeah? You like it? Yours good?
H: Shhh, “Gun-yea’s” sleeping… (he’s actually at school, but you were pretending he was hiding in the closet)
H: Mommy, I found a bug. Come! (I follow you to your bed, and you point out the smallest little fleck of wood.)
M:Oh, that’s not a bug, that’s just wood.
H:It’s jus wood, Mommy. Dat’s jus wood, not a bug.
(I handed you your tooth brush this morning…)
H: Dat mine?
M: You got it, Sista!
H: I not sister, I Hens-ee, I Hens-ee Mommy! You Mommy, I Hens-ee!
H: Das Daddy, Das Hens-ee. (Pointing to Maisy the Mouse as “Daddy”, who happened to be sitting on the potty, and you were Maisy’s little friend, who was also sitting on a smaller potty.
Speaking of potty. We’re out of disposable diapers (which you wear because Fields uses the cloth now.) This morning I told you we’re out of diapers and you’d have to use the potty. Going well so far with no accidents and 4x in your potty. Yay! You and Fieldsy are on nap #2 and I best get back to work.
Dear Chocolate Chip Cookie made by Dear ‘ol Daddy,
We love you, Cookie.
You are so good to us.
Sometimes you are there for an after dinner treat.
And other times you are Mommy’s sneaky breakfast.
We are glad we get to enjoy you often.
A lot of our friends get to enjoy you as well.
Oh Cookie, Dear Cookie, thanks for being so yummy.
Happy Consumers with Messy Chocolate Faces
You are true joy to Daddy and I. Fields, you’ll be scooting around the house soon. Your rocking and squealing are so cute. Tegegne and Hensley, last night we had the front and back doors open letting the rainy breeze freshen up the house. You two ran from front to back over and over with much laughter. Later we sat on the front porch for 2 hours. We were so peaceful and content. It was the calm before the storm.
We love you.
So I was just reflecting on the Lenten season and realized that since then I have been less “plugged in.” I mean, I love reading others blogs and writing here and keeping up with fashion and design and new recipes via pinterest. Also love keeping up with friends photos on Instagram. It’s all good, but a big part of me loves when I do less of that. What helps is a good book. And nice weather. And a conscious effort to be a good example to Tegegne, as I often tell him “no…he cannot play a game on the Ipad because it’s a waste of time and he should be reading or playing instead…”
I know eventually we should get smart phones, and maybe even an I phone…ooh, laa, la. But then again, I sort of like still having to write down directions and use my good instincts to get to where I need to go. Or do I? It would be really fun to have a nice camera on my phone. And video.
There is just something about being connected to the real world, like reality, ya know? Makes me wanna go digging my toes into the dirt. I noticed the other day that I’m more productive when I’m barefoot. Is that funny? It’s something about the feeling of my feet taking steps, the coolness of the hardwoods, the small crumbs from breakfast getting stuck to my feet that make me wanna sweep my floor. The day that my children (right now it’s all Hensley) make less of a mess eating will be a glorious day.
Speaking of Hensley, am pretty excited for you, Little Lady, to fall in love with underwear and realize that diapers are for babies. Two days ago I asked, “Hens, want to sit on the potty?” You replied, “Not today.” Ha, not today! Your vocab is growing and it’s so awesome. Not today was quite an honest answer.
I guess you kids realize that I do expect you to read this blog someday. I better try to start making it into a book or something, just in case it would ever go away. I just love you kids so much, your dad and I do. And we hope that you can read and understand a bit more about your childhood. All the memories that you may be too young to recall…
Just last night we had some sweet backyard time. We had a Jones sandwich. It was Daddy, then Mommy (watch out kids!), then Tegegne, then Daddy’s long arms reached and put Hensley on top. (Fields was sleeping already.) We opted not to go to the Arts District and walk around but have a back yard night. It was a stellar choice. It’s funny, but you kids liked watching your dad and I cuddle. I know it’s comforting when you know that mommy and daddy love each other very much. Tegegne you blush when we kiss in front of you, and we love it.
Once again, everyone in the house is asleep but me so I’d best get the memo. Tomorrow will be here before I know it and this is obviously the best time to catch up on sleep.