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9 weeks

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

elisha is already 9 weeks old. i can’t believe how fast the time has gone by. today, he had his 2-month check up. he already weighs a whopping 14 pounds, 5 ounces (that’s 95th percentile material there) and is 23.5 inches long. no wonder he’s already out-growing his size 1 thirsties pockets and covers! even a few of his small fitted diapers for night time are getting snug … so are his small wool shorties. i guess it’s time to start planning for some mediums and size 2s. whew.

he had his first vaccinations today and took the shots like a big boy. he’s even endured with just a light case of the crankies and a lot of sleeping today.

sometimes, i can’t believe i could really love the boy more and more each day, but it’s so true. i do.

31 things (a little late)

Thursday, May 20, 2010

so, this post is almost two months overdue, but on march 31st, i turned 31. elisha was 11 days old. hubby bought me some craft books. my mom sent me a card. i got a sweet pair of berkenstocks from my mother-in-law. i took a nap. friends from church brought us dinner.

anyway, i have some goals for this new year of my life and i thought i’d write down 31 things i’d like to accomplish before i’m 32:

1. Sew a quilt.
2. Join a local CSA.
3. Make and stick to a weekly meal plan.
4. Eat out less and/or eat more local.
5. Refresh our budget.
6. Take more photos.
7. Find an exercise plan that works with my new mama schedule.
8. Spend more time outside.
9. Make my own baby food.
10. Begin to plan on how to work from home.
11. Call more friends more often.
12. Grill more.
13. Visit more friends and family.
14. Get more into Jesus again. No, really.
15. Read a few books.
16. Enjoy my son.
17. Enjoy my husband.
18. Start and maintain a game night.
19. Go back to the Outer Banks.
20. Redesign my website.
21. Start selling my art.
22. Print more on the Gocco.
23. Sew my own bag.
24. Sew things for Elisha.
25. Have more people over for dinner.
26. Watch a few foreign films.
27. Drink less soda (or quit entirely).
28. Find a haircut I actually like.
29. Pick less.
30. Encourage more.
31. Stick to this list.

on being a parent (finally)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

i don’t usually post without photos. i haven’t been posting my thoughts much lately, period. you’ve seen a lot of pictures of the new life in our family—little elisha, aka wiggles, monkey, smiles—but you haven’t seen too many of my words about how this life has changed ours.

before elisha was born, i don’t think i could ever have clearly articulated my thoughts on parenthood; specifically, i don’t think i had definite ideas on what kind of parent i would be. growing up, i experienced both good and bad examples, but i’ve never been one to proclaim that i never wanted to be anything like my mother. in addition to my biological mother, i’ve been blessed with so many other mothers in my life, from my best friend’s mom (my “udder mudder” as she likes to be affectionately called), older ladies at church both in the states and in japan, and other women in my life who have entered into parenting before me. oh, and the internet. no, really.

even with all of these examples, even while pregnant, i don’t think i ever sat around and contemplated what kind of mother i would be. sure, i had some ideas. sure, i talked it over with the husband. we knew we wanted to cloth diaper. we knew we wanted to breastfeed. we knew we wanted to raise our family in a way that glorified God.

but, none of those words or thoughts or decisions could ever have prepared me for the reality of parenthood once elisha was out of the womb and in our arms.

for me, one of the big surprises has actually been sleep. namely, how we sleep.

it was reading this blog tonight that made me think about some of our choices as a parent once our baby arrived. specifically our choice about sleep. i could’ve written the first paragraph of this post:

When I was an expectant mama, I had so many ideas of what kind of parent I wanted to be. I read books, many many books, hoping to find the “best parenting” practices that resonated deep in my soul. One of the very first books I read was Babywise and the premise of a parent-led household versus a child-led household spoke to my desires of becoming a firm and authoritative parent. It was recommended to me by people I respected, and so I made mental notes of what I was going to do when our baby arrives. I read many other books too, and each one I filed into my mental inbox for whatever it is that provided tips on how to become the parent I want to be.

and then the second paragraph brought me here to my own blog because it really hit home with where we are as a family:

And then our beautiful daughter was born. Quickly thereafter, I discovered that I had better declutter my mental inbox of all those tips and images of the perfect parent I had put together in my mind. Especially in the area of sleep. Because it was not going to happen. Babywise may “work” for others, but it was not going to fly in this household. And although at that time, it felt like I was choosing the family bed because I couldn’t stomach the idea of letting my baby cry, now I know that it somewhat had chosen me way long before I decided. Because ultimately, the choices we make simply reflect who we already are as a people, and not necessarily who we want to be, although they may not turn out exclusive of each other. My approach to life determined (and is continuing to determine) my choices then as a new mom, and now as I continue to learn this motherhood gig. And the knowledge is somewhat freeing. We can relax a little bit when it comes to parenting, because the answers that are true for us will come to us one way or another. The key is to know who we are, how uniquely we are designed to live out a distinct aspect of Life that bears a glimpse of our Maker.

her three-part series on bed sharing and breastfeeding and all of that really resonated with me, though i want to put it out there that i’m not entirely on board with everything that attachment parenting espouses. that said, i’m not entirely against some of its teachings, either. i really appreciate the perspective that some of what Western culture insists upon is not necessarily what God intended in all aspects of our lives, but i can’t say that i believe birth to be terribly traumatic. babies were meant to be born.

anyway, elisha has become a comfortable extra body (extra tiny squeaking body) in our bed. he started out next to me in a pack-n-play … and he slept well enough in it. sometimes. he was noisy. he would fidget, even swaddled. he woke himself up. he woke up every hour. he woke up even more often than every hour. i’d change him on one side and he’d sleep on the other. i’d pick him up and feed him, feeling terrible any time we both fell asleep (eating or burping or just cuddling). and yet, every time i fell asleep with him in bed (and even Justin can attest to this), there was peace. there was quiet. and, my goodness, there was sleep.

it was and is amazingly good.

did i ever think i would share a bed with our baby? no. no no no. i carefully sewed a beautiful crib set before elisha was born. i still intend for him to enjoy it, though if it takes a few more months to get him sleeping in its crafty goodness, i can’t begrudge the boy. not at all. every moment with him is precious. he’s only going to be a small baby for such a short amount of time. what we have right now together is hardly spoiling him, in my opinion. it’s hard to find anything to regret about waking up to baby smiles, especially when everyone gets to wake up actually refreshed.

this is strange, new territory for me.

for us.

it changes our relationship, Justin and i. it changes how we spend time together, but bringing a new life into the world was going to do that anyway.

i recognize that every baby is different. as a coworker once explained to me when discussing the sleep habits of his three sons in their infancy, no two babies are alike and each one indeed has different needs. yes, they need structure and guidance from their parents—that’s how it’s supposed to be for sure—but part of our responsibility as parents is to help our children grow in the directions they were made to go by the hands of Him who made them.

Train up a child in the way he should go;
even when he is old he will not depart from it. (Proverbs 22:6)

i want to finish this rambling bit on parenthood by saying i believe everyone has to find what’s right for their family. just as every baby is different, so is every parent. we must all find the rhythm that works for us, that keeps us sane and functional. we’re new at this and for us, we’re just discovering what our family is going to look like with children in it.

so far, this is the path we’re on. we’ll see where it leads.

2 months

Saturday, May 15, 2010

two months!

60 days into being a mom and i still love it. elisha is growing so fast. he’s laughing and smiling and reaching for things (like my hair or our shirt collars or the tree on the wall in his nursery). he’s bright-eyed and curious. he wants to hold his head up when i wear him in the moby on walks, even if he usually ends up having my hand as a support sooner than later. he’s a good sleeper. he loves to eat. he’s growing up too fast.

two months!

two months!

two months!

two months!

two months!

two months!

two months!

as i coo’d and made faces to get him to smile in our papasan chair, i had to remind myself that Elisha would not stay this small forever. these moments are so precious and fleeting. his snuggles in bed. his facial expressions while nursing. his gummy, toothless grin. these things will change in the blink of an eye. he’ll be babbling soon. rolling. sitting up. putting everything in his mouth. crawling. teething. eating food. weaning. walking. it’s dizzying to think about.

i have to savor every moment until then.


Tuesday, May 11, 2010

home-made pizza

home-made pizza

i’ve been wanting to make my own pizza dough ever since hubby’s brother’s family moved to richmond. my sister-in-law made pizza more than once when we visit, and i thought it was both easy and tasty. last night i was finally brave enough to give it a try. it’s been a long time since i’ve posted photos of food … hasn’t it?

well, this time i’ll also share the recipe.

pizza dough

3 1/3 cups unbleached bread flour
2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp yeast
1 1/2 cups warm water

mix first three ingredients with a wire whisk.  stir in water until a ball of dough forms.  cover for 15 minutes.  place dough on lightly floured surface and knead until there are no lumps (less than five minutes–dough will be very sticky–it’s okay to skip the kneading, esp. if you’re going to let the dough sit for more than two hours).

keep dough covered until ready to use–the longer the better, even overnight.

when making pizza, spread a blob on parchment paper with fingers (or roll out).  the amount above yields two to three small pizzas.  bake in the hottest oven possible.  at 550 degrees, my pizzas take about 7 minutes, and at 425, they take about 10-12 minutes.  keep the toppings fairly sparse so they cook in the same time as the dough.

to make bread with this recipe instead of pizzas, cook on 400 for about 30 minutes or until done.

home-made pizza

mother’s day

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day

i’m a mom now. it’s pretty awesome.

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day

he does spend time awake

Friday, May 7, 2010

i’ve taken a lot of photos of the baby sleeping, but he does spend time awake. really. here’s some proof:

just ducky

thoughtful look

coy look


camera shy



yeah, he’s a cutie. he’s growing so fast. he started smiling at 3-4 weeks. he’s starting to hold his head up. he’s reaching for things sometimes, but not very well. he loves to grip my hair when he’s up on my shoulder. he might be laughing soon.