I just thought of Asher discovering his shadow for the first time and a whole mini-scene played out in my mind of him reaching towards the ground watching his hand and his new shadow-friend connect, and I thought about what a strange and bizarre thing it must be to see a shadow for the first time and then not be able to get away from it until you go to bed. I thought about Asher asking me about it, how I would respond (truth or fantasy? A little bit of both? “A gift from the sun” is what I settled on.) and then I got choked up. I’m sitting at my desk with tears springing to my eyes thinking about my not-even-crawling-son finding awe and companionship in his shadow and I feel a little foolish and a lot grateful that having children isn’t just late night feedings and poop in places that you’re not supposed to talk about in mixed company, but it’s also reconnecting with connecting. With life’s firsts. It’s WONDER-FULL. What a gift.
Monthly Archives: March 2010
Saturday Morning with the Waltons
Happy Saturday!
Six months.
Asher hit the six month mark this week. Six months! So. I don’t know why this feels like such a thing, but…I don’t know. Six months just sounds like a baby, you know? He’s half way to a year! We’ve had this amazing little being in our lives for half a year, and part of me thinks that it feels like just yesterday, and another part of me keeps saying things like, “well, when Asher was little…”.
He’s still pretty little.
In my way, I could go on, but rather than getting all sappy about the fact that there are only 35 more 6 month periods of our life before Asher is 18 (thank Drew for that little sentimental tid bit) let’s just take a quick look at what we’ve been up to in the last month:

Drew and Asher continue to perfect Asher's moves on his "tap dancing stage". Some might call this my dresser, but Drew assures me that it's a stage.

We've started reading every night before bed. "Goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow jumping over the moon. Goodnight light, and the red balloon..."
And really, that’s pretty much it. The world is preparing to bloom as Spring is confidently settling in around us, the peepers are cheering on its progress from the creeks, and we are generally preparing for being awe struck by how quickly the next six months fly by. Holy cow.
Do good.
I had a high school teacher who drove around with a bumper sticker on her car that said simply, “Remember the Vietnam Veteran”. It is perhaps because of her, my fascination with all generations that predate me, or simply an abiding sense of empathy that has compelled me to keep veterans in my own heart. My oldest brother Fred is a veteran of our current war, and although he and I have never been on the same page with regards to the politics surrounding this war, I am fiercely proud of him and am able to easily compartmentalize the folks that do the bidding versus those that execute the orders. With that in mind, I thought I would ask you new and old friends, to take a moment of your day to send a card to a recovering soldier. Imagine what joy a few strokes of your pen and a 42 cent stamp could bring to a man or woman waiting to hear a word of encouragement. Simplicity at its finest, and perhaps most powerful.
UPDATED: Following 9/11, we can no longer send generic letters to “A Recovering Soldier” (thanks for the heads up, Morgan!) so I called Walter Reed this morning and was told that we CAN send cards to the following address, just put the card(s) inside of another envelope and don’t write anything on the enclosed envelope(s). They also ask that you don’t send any cards with glitter on them as the glitter can get into bandages etc, and of course keep them upbeat!
The American Red Cross
c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center
6900 Georgia Avenue, NW: Building 2, Room 3E05
Washington , D.C. 20307-5001
Crocus.

Our local NPR station, WMRA, ran a little segment yesterday asking people to send in crocus sightings. This gave me a literal shiver, thinking about how thrilled I am at just even seeing the smallest spec of blooming color on our otherwise snow and mud laden landscape. The pictures above are borrowed from Creative Commons; I hunted around our yard this morning for some of those handsome little blooms and sadly came up empty handed. The day lilies are starting to press their shoots up, and I have seem some delicate crocus stalks tentatively easing into this soggy winter weather, but no blooms…yet. You know how you’re not supposed to go to the grocery hungry? I think if I even glanced at a nursery right now we’d be paying the debt down for many winters to come. Sweet lady Spring, where art thou?
I like the idea of hunting for flowers, I’ll make sure to post when the first blooms show up!
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It Begins…
Asher had his first “solid” meal this morning! (Please note the excellent bowl that he ate out of…this is one of a set that my stepmom Ruth brought back from Japan for us.) To say that Asher was an enthusiastic first time eater is a bit of understatement. He was seriously jazzed with the whole setup, particularly the feel of the spoon in his hands and on his gums, but really start to finish he was way into eating. Per the New Parents Handbook that exists in my mind, we have video of the big show, but here are a some pictures of our big guy conquering this whole new world of utensils and textures for now. Bon Apetit!

























