Teamwork

Jack wants to feed Henry.

Henry wants to eat.

It's a match made in heaven!

We built it!

Forts. In the playroom. Too bad someone should clean up after said fort building.


Oops! What's this?

Wine fell into a glass and made me drink it!

Did you see that? Did you see that glass of wine undermine my attempts to keep a pristine house?!

Perspective

If the solution to a problem doesn't readily present itself

you might need to change your perspective.

Sirsasana.

Are we still trying to sell our house? Yes, for now.

Does it bother me? It would, it should and it still kinda does, but not really because I'm choosing not to be bothered.

Will we keep it on the market? Yes, until another opportunity (whatever that may be) presents itself. We're open to selling, staying and renting. I am okay with this because I'm all zen now. As my yoga instructor says have courage. Fear is easy; do not choose fear, put down your fear and instead choose to have courage. Have a new perspective.

I'm just fine because I have this new perspective.

And things don't look bad at all from here.

Daily Mayhem

Ugg-type boots, hand trying to block the camera, stumbling around like a hot mess... Jack does his best impression of a pop star.

Henry keeps it simple curing his teething blues with some licorice root. Om nom.

The Halls are Decked

With the house decorated The Polar Express on the DVR and some Bing Crosby on the iTunes we're feeling quite festive.

Christmas Cards

When the Husband and I first got married we sent Christmas cards to everyone invited to the wedding. It had only been 2 months since the big day and so we sent Christmas cards with pics taken by the wedding photographer. It was fun to do and incredibly easy. Things have changed. Oh, how things have changed.

1. The photographic subjects in our cards are not two well-behaved love-drunk adults. They're two small, short-attention-spanned children.

2. I love Christmas cards a million times more now than I did then.

Every single card I send is sent with love. I know the people in our lives (and the friends & family we don't get to see often) want to see what the kids look like and I want them to know we're thinking of them during the holidays and I'm also secretly hoping to get cards with their kids or cats or dogs sent back to me.

Despite the challenge of getting our two little guys to smile, look at the camera and get their hands out of their eye, ear, nose... whatever we do it. We usually get pictures good enough to print and frame for the house, so it's a double score. We send our little picture in hand-addressed envelopes (not cause I'm old-school, because we don't have a printer.) I hope with inappropriate levels of anxiety that they will all reach the proper recipients still intact and they will convey my unwritten "We're thinking of you." message. And I (now not-so-secretly) hope for cards to come in return so I can see my friends and their kids smiling at me saying "We're thinking of you, too."

8 Months, Already?!

Handsome Henry, you are 8 months old today!

You like to eat bagels, whole.

You give adorable, sloppy kisses.

You find your big brother to be totally hilarious.

You love to stand but when you crawl you prefer the army crawl- for now.

You are a joy.