November 2011
9 posts
Bables Firsts: Christmas tree
This past weekend, we drove up to the Asheville farmer’s market with Mr. Ables’ parents to pick out our Christmas tree.
It was a beautiful day—sure didn’t feel like the end of November.
An entire section of the market is given over to tree farmers, and we found one who simply said, “everything is $25.” Mr. Ables and I are used to buying our tree at Home...
Can I get an AMEN?*
What’s this? Oh, just a bad webcam picture of myself chugging a celebratory coffee.**
What’s to celebrate?
This kid slept through the night the past two nights:
(cameraphone picture of Super Si waking up yesterday)
I didn’t know it was possible. People asked me all of the time if he slept all night and then they’d look at me with such pity when I’d report...
WatchThis is how my days begin. No matter if I have to wake up at 1:00 and 3:00 and 5:00…this makes up for it.
Please excuse my baby talk voice. Or my voice in general. Just watch the baby.
Here’s Silas boy waking up.
perspective
Silas is sleeping, so I have a moment to write about something that’s been on my mind for awhile now. I’ve been thinking a lot about blogging: why people do it, why I continue to do so.
For me, it’s really more than posting pictures of my cute baby. I’ve blogged before, and there’s probably four or more abandoned attempts left in my wake. Why did I start each...
the most wonderful time of the year
Oh, time…how quickly you are passing. Here it is, almost Thanksgiving, and here I am, writing about Christmas cards.
I’m really excited to send out cards this year because of Silas…I think the holidays will become bigger and brighter and newer with him around (just like everything else). So I just can’t help it: I’ve already started looking at cards. I usually...
three months old
Silas,
I really truly think I wrote your two month update a week ago. The cliches and advice and head-shaking about how time passes once there’s a child around are so true. I live in a vortex where days don’t fly, don’t slip, don’t blur…they just meld. I chalk it up to lack of sleep now—I’m used to waking up to feed you three times a night. 1:30,...
things said to a new mother: a series
“Just look at her! She’s just so sweet. I’ll take her until she starts talking! (laughs) She’s just so pretty, I can’t get over it!”
—saleswoman at the Verizon store regarding Silas. I didn’t have the heart to correct her, but whoa pronouns! I mean, he wasn’t in blue or camouflage…but he sure wasn’t sporting a hairbow either.
blabla
Thanks to my friend Mandy, Silas is the proud owner of a Blabla doll (Lemonade the Dog)…I love those things. So sweet, old fashioned, and soft.
Today I noticed a new blabla that I think Silas should have:
Wink the Owl!
