A Mother's Hands


mom holding Hudson when he was a few days old

These hands have been guiding me through life.
I am so thankful for the hard work of these hands.
Most recently they have guided me into motherhood,
for that I am ever more appreciative.

Happy Mother's Day
to our mommas and our momma's mommas


Little Days: Behr's First Carnival









While visiting family in Pennsylvania, we made a last minute decision to check out the local fare. Twenty-five dollars later, Mark and my dad, Popouli, were carrying neon tickets of fun. At first, Behr was skeptical, but quickly realized he was having fun and the center of everyone's attention. How many 2 year olds get followed around by a five person entourage at the local fair? You could say Behr is a popular guy. Hudson on the other hand, slept through the entire experience.

I never realized how bizarre the fair is and how expensive! My sister and I thanked my parents again, profusely for taking us to so many of the area fairs while we were growing up. We can only imagine the chaos of two parents corralling the four of us, not to mention the cost. I also didn't realize that the carnival games are extra money, not paid for by tickets. This nearly put us over the age when a rubber ducky game was denied. Thank goodness for diversions.

And thank goodness for grandparents who helped make this experience special for Behr (and free for us)!



Hudson One Month



These first few weeks with you in our life have been an incredible whirlwind. You don't sit still and you certainly won't let us sit still. Of the hundreds of pictures I have taken of you, most have a blur of movement. Even the sleeping pictures! It excites me to see how active you are, knowing that it will take a great deal to keep up with your older brother. But I have a hunch that you are going to challenge him. I can't wait to see it all unfold.

For the first week or two, I forgot that newborn eyes don't focus. I wondered if you would ever lock eyes with me. Now you stare at me (and your Dad and Behr) with such intensity, it is as if you are seeing all of my strengths and faults laid out. Your gaze is contemplative, still deciding if you are going to be able to love us as much as we love you. You take in new surroundings before making your judgement. 

Your hair is always spiked up. 

You like to party at 3am, but are settling nicely into 5am. A time to which I am willing to adapt. 

You hiccup and hiccup and hiccup. I don't remember you ever having the hiccups in the womb, but they plague you now. 

Spit bubbles are a permanent feature. At first your Dad said you were foaming and my reaction was so panicked and extreme that he has not commented on your spit bubbles since. 

You move constantly and also like to be moved constantly. My arms ache by lunch every day. 

You much prefer to be out and about than stuck home with me. I certainly don't blame you. This is a trait I hope continues, for our survival. The only way we manage living in our tiny apartment in the city is by leaving it often. We have parks and streets and museums and shops to explore. It's a good thing you are happy on the go.

We are entirely overwhelmed with love for you, all three of us. You are the primary focus of everyone, even Behr. He bursts through the doors after day care with the same question every day, "Where's Hudson?!" He is proud to show you off and introduce you to new friends. All of our expectations and hopes have been exceeded. Behr is more than happy to share the love and the spot light with you, and somedays even to give it all to you.

Happy One Month Baby Boy! 

I am all too familiar that this is going to be a far off memory in a short while, so now I am going to snuggle with you a bit more, while you still let me.

Little Days Soccer Ball


After breakfast we told Behr, we are going to have an adventure today. We packed a lunch and piled into the car and headed to the 'burbs. As we pulled into the shopping center, we realized both kids were passed out in the back of the car. A smooth transition later, Mark and I were actually enjoying a conversation in a book store amidst relative quiet! Miracle of miracles. 

Once the boys woke up from their unplanned naps, we headed into the sports store. Behr exclaimed "WHOA!" And then not a beat later, "Look Dadda, soccer balls" while pointing to exercise balls. 

Behr has become absolutely fascinated with soccer since a poster advertising a 3+ rec league showed up at daycare. Since he is too young to sign up, we figured we would make our own soccer adventure for him. Never did we imagine that every ball in our house, and anywhere else for that matter, would be deemed a "soccer ball."




After Behr realized we were actually going to bring a soccer ball home, not just put them back on the shelf, he wanted to buy the entire store. One soccer ball later and a mini-lesson in paying for our goods, we were off to part two of our day.

On our list of "things to do with Behr," Gravelly Park has ranked high on the list. We enjoyed the picnic, kicked the soccer ball around and watched planes soar over head as they took off from Reagan National Airport. Next time we visit, we hope to go by bike!

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