owl baby: Mr. Ables went as an English teacher: pumpkin carving in five minutes: sadly, in this kid-filled neighborhood, we only had about 15 trick or treaters…but what a fun night we had with family and our smiley boy.
how's it go?
I find myself trying to sing “classic” baby songs to Silas sometimes. Just now, as I was rocking him to sleep for his second nap of the day, I started singing: Hush, little baby don’t say a word Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird (his fussing and squirming ceased as he started listening. Nice! I’m on to something here) And if that mockingbird don’t sing ...
a lovely fall day
Yesterday morning, I woke up to Silas smiling at me and Mr. Ables making pumpkin pancakes in the kitchen. Total bliss. Then we packed up the car and headed an hour up the road to DuPont State Forest. Morning sunlight dappled the winding mountain road and the yellows, reds, and oranges of the trees made for an ideal October drive. We’re so thankful to be back in the mountains. ...
things said to a new mother: a series
“He looks just like his daddy!” (side glimpse at me) “So-rry.” Reminder: I married Mr. Ables. He’s hot. I now have a little handsome Mr. Ables baby. No need for the sorrys! Though my favorite thing is when people say “he’s so cute!” Mr. Ables says, “I know, right?”
life lately (in pictures)
1. end of the day 2. on a neighborhood walk 3. charming Sonny 4. tired Marmie introduces fussy Bables to the great outdoors 5. Clemson homecoming 6. happy boy 7. grading essays with Papa (yes, he could breathe) (I kept checking) (I think I was annoying) 8. a Saturday morning conversation (“Silas, you look like John Proctor.” “Papa, you are way too much of an...
two months old
Sweet Silas Bables, you turned two months old last Tuesday. (the whole “he’s thirty five weeks old” or “she’s twenty-two months” mindset is too much for my mathematically challenged brain.) My little baby, You started to smile this month. YOU STARTED TO SMILE! I can’t tell you what a miraculous delight your wide open gummy smiles mean to...
dedicated to Matt Lambert
Silas made a new friend (one of Mr. Ables’ best friends) a couple of weekends ago. They hit it off right away: Silas: I’m gonna crack up when this dude sees the face I’m making in this picture. Matt: Hey Silas—your mom better not blog about this. Well, maybe it’s okay if she does. Too bad this guy doesn’t think things are “blog worthy,”...
Papa Says...(a new series)
“Is there a hair wrapped around his wiener?” Yes, this one has a story. When Silas was about a week old, I was reading up on reasons why an infant might cry…sort of like a checklist. (wet/dirty diaper? hungry? tired? overstimulated? gassy? something poking them? allergy to laundry detergent?) In the comments section, a person had added to watch that one of your hairs did not...