29 November, 2010

Oh, and as a side note, I found those snow pants that Noah is wearing and a matching DOWN coat at Second Generation in Greenland for $6.00!!

First Snow



which caused Henry to exclaim, "It's Christmas!". This is going to be one fun season.
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26 November, 2010



Daddy inventions,



good food and family,


and icosidodecahedrons. Cuz, ya know, that's how we roll 'round here on Thanksgiving. Be well everyone.

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01 November, 2010


He wanted to be Harry Potter. And although he has no idea who Harry Potter is, other than what I briefly told him about a boy wizard, he was smitten with the idea form the start. I could not have picked a more perfect character for my fantastic first boy.
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Halloween 2010



Hope everyone had a fun Halloween!
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09 October, 2010

Touch

I walked into our family room the other day to find Henry very serenely resting on William's lap. I took a great shot of this, out of focus, of course. They were both as calm as could be. When they realized I was taking a picture they started laughing. The fact that they find this sort of comfort in one another is a great source of joy for me. It leaves me thinking, amidst the days of often wondering what in the hell we're doing around here, as parents, that we must be doing a little bit of something right.

(As a side note, yes, William still uses a bottle. If I was still able to nurse I would be doing that, and the fact that I can't has brought me such deep sadness at times that I won't even begin to try to touch upon it here, now. Ever, probably. So, he has his bottle, as did his brothers before him. And, yes again, we'll let him wean himself when he's ready.)

24 September, 2010





There is something about the way they do this that strikes me. The unprompted togetherness. If I carried a camera around with me I could snap pictures like this daily. They go in birth order as they move. First, second, third. No one speaks or suggests, it just happens. It's been fun to watch William join this space. He sees them go and knows almost instinctively that he belongs there, too. Next to, part of, just because.