Life's work

So, a few days ago Baby G turned 2 months old! We're having a good time, especially since she's not going cross-eyed quite so much these days. OOOOoooo. Neural pathways are strengthening. I've missed her 2 month well-baby check by about a month. The scheduler was quite grumpy with me. Grump, bump. But come on. She's a well-baby! We'll get there soon. In the meantime,

Bug and Husband have built a fence and made a permanent ring around the tub. I am always interested in "what you don't see." But, here, it says it all. There's dirt and happy boys and a lot of snot in there too...who wouldn't be happy?

Parenting Tip: Do buy goggles from Home Depot for like, 2 dollars. They provide just as much play as a cardboard box. Here, Bug and Buddy K are busy being "Scientists who build big buildings," per Buddy K. Good times. Off to nap before Nana and Bopa arrive. HAHAHAHAH! What a joke! I really crack myself up. Baby G wakes!

The Little Bits

I miss my friend from Delaware, MD. 
She gets the importance of the little 
bits like no other. The unplanned moments 
like playing on an excavator or catching
 the train with your friend, or waiting
 to pose for the family photo...those
 are the bits that are most important.
 Perhaps not the most photogenic, but
 the most important for sure.
 
Certainly, it comes as no surprise to 
those who love me that I secretly wish
 to be that poised, coiffed, and impeccably
 lipsticked MTV vixen or morning
 newscaster, even a well-dressed speech-writer
will do.  But it seems that the most
 I can muster to care about is a shower
 and deoderant on the best days because
 the little bits keep coming at me quickly
 and lovely and embedded in tantrums and 
diapers and the dirt which is now just 
outside my door (think rental 
excavator and a well-meaning husband). 
 
During one of our many late-night 
"celebrations," I watched some 
MTV with Baby G on my lap. The songs
 are all about love.  How much the 
singer loves his woman, or how much
 she'd love to love you better than
the other that you're with, or mostly,
how much the singer loves himself...
But none of these songs on the radio
or tv are really about the love a family
has for one another.  How come Nelly
Furtado isn't singing about her little girl
and why wouldn't we buy that song?
Surely, there is a catchy beat that can
be set to mama love that isn't in tune
with Teletubbies...? Is it that mama
love isn't easy to package? Isn't slick
and lipsticked? I challenge songwriters
to write about the messy little bits that
get lost between the poses, because
sometimes those messy little bits turn
out to be just the bit that's sublime....
Bigger than us all.

Hiding

What you can see is Bug and Auntie and Puppy looking on as Auntie's car is being hooked up to Uncle's jeep...What you can't see is that Bug is also "hiding" in the grass thanks to the great camo jammies that Uncle has given Bug. There is more than what meets the eye, always.

3 sisters, two dogs, one jeep, one dave

Enough said...

Finally had a minute to download some pictures...so here they are. Still haven't quite gotten the grin that Baby G has, which is only to say that you must visit/visit again. Mostly because there isn't any way you are going to get me on a plane with these two anytime soon. The last pic is of Bug, naked, wearing a baseball shirt, G's bunny hat, surfboarding on a kickboard...Imaginative play? You can't handle the imaginative play that happens at this house....I can't either.