Because I sliced my thumb and forefinger while washing a knife this afternoon (nothing serious) and don’t feel like doing much typing.
And because you can’t ever go wrong, can you, posting pictures of scrumptiousness like this?
Yesterday he managed to snag a bottle of barbecue sauce out of the fridge and I thought Ohhhh, baby, you don’t want to put ideas in people’s heads…I already want to eat you all up.
When my 6 year old was a baby, my brother called her “pork chop”. When we lived far away and he would visit, he would bring her containers of apple sauce, sit them next to her and drool.
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Hey, what happened to all those booklists you used to have in your sidebars at the old blog?
They're still accessible at melissawiley.typepad.com, where this blog lived from January 2005-March 2008. You can also find all my Lilting House posts there, or try the search bar here. All my previous Bonny Glen and Lilting House posts have been imported to this site.
Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
—Victor Hugo
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“Exploration,” says John Stilgoe, author of Outside Lies Magic, “is a liberal art, because it is an art that liberates, that frees, that opens away from narrowness. And it is fun.”
Yes: it is so, so much fun, and that is why I write these posts all chattery with excitement over this or that connection the kids made today. (Or that I made myself!) I know I get carried away, but that’s the point, isn’t it, that way leading on to way has carried me away?
And yet—and yet—I think we are at once ‘carried away’ and made more fully present in the now, more rooted, by these relationships between ideas about things past and future. The joy of connection makes me want to celebrate this moment, this brief encounter with wild-haired child and broad-trunked tree, bus going by, sign on church wall, Scottish warlord creeping over the tower wall and startling the English soldier’s wife who has just put her babe in arms to sleep by crooning that the Black Douglas won’t get him. Child, laughing, shouting “Dinna ye be sae sure aboot that!” across the courtyard outside the library. How can I not celebrate this freedom?
Oh, my goodness!!!Those cheeks! Those eyes!!
Posted on November 1st, 2009 at 9:40 pmToo gorgeous! Those eyes! That cheeky smile! I just want to reach through the screen and hug him.
Posted on November 1st, 2009 at 10:22 pmps, sorry about your fingers, I hope they heal soon.
Posted on November 1st, 2009 at 10:22 pmthat boy! nomnomnom.
Posted on November 1st, 2009 at 11:27 pmWe want pictures! We want pictures! We want pictures!!!!!!!! So cute. XXXOOO
Posted on November 2nd, 2009 at 6:10 amHe just makes me want to smile.
Thanks for the photo.
Posted on November 2nd, 2009 at 6:31 amOoooohhhhh. Well. Oh.
I think my brain just melted from the deliciousness of that HuckleberryBaby.
I hope your hand heals quickly!!
Posted on November 2nd, 2009 at 9:24 amThe joy of a beautiful baby!!! I hope your fingers heal quick!
Posted on November 2nd, 2009 at 4:49 pmWhen my 6 year old was a baby, my brother called her “pork chop”. When we lived far away and he would visit, he would bring her containers of apple sauce, sit them next to her and drool.
Posted on November 2nd, 2009 at 6:16 pmOuch. I’m just recovering from a sliced finger, myself.
And I hear ya on the BBQ sauce.
Posted on November 2nd, 2009 at 9:45 pmWhat a sweetie pie!
Hope your finger is okay! Have him kiss it – it’ll be all better!
Posted on November 3rd, 2009 at 7:56 amOh the cuteness!!! And I love the blond curls and blue eyes. We don’t grow that kind round here.
Posted on November 3rd, 2009 at 7:08 pmBlond hair and blue eyes are a big favorite here. They are in a particularly cute package in your house!
Give him a wee squeeze for me please!
Posted on December 2nd, 2009 at 11:39 am