Elias generally prefers to self-feed now; spoon feeding is not nearly good enough.
So Elias plus squash = interesting mess.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Birthday Bug
So Elias' birthday was not all sweetness and light and presents and wrapping paper.
Rather, it was a high temperature and a nasty cough that landed us in the Emergency Room late in the evening.
We went through this once with Asa, and have the nebulizer routine down to a science, but this was Elias' first go, which made it a little nerve-wracking. But our boy was a champ, charming patients and nurses alike, giggling and clapping and making faces.
Having arrived at the ER around bedtime, the happiness didn't last the entire time. And Elias, who has long been reluctant to sleep anywhere but his crib or carseat, finally consented to sleep in Mummy's arms, and then (as my arm fell asleep), on my chest. Much as he had done exactly one year earlier, although he was a lot smaller - and lighter - then.
Everyone is home now, the medications are being given, our smiling boy is smiling again, and should be recovered in plenty of time for his birthday party on Saturday.
At which I'm sure he'll get presents; this time, though, I'll make sure none of them is pneumonia.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
525,600 Minutes
This year went way too fast.
Not surprisingly, of course, because of everything that happened. First there was this:
Five days later came the call from the Search Committee of the church, moving that process forward. And, inevitably, moving us to New Hampshire. New job, new house, new school for Asa, new church (for all, but especially Mummy)... an ordination, a baptism, a birthday...
A year.
Elias has been the least affected by this transition. This year, as crazy as it's been, is all he's known, and he's just lived each moment joyfully. He laughs and crawls and sits and chews and claps and laughs some more. Lucky us.
For the rest of us, it's been a hectic year, skewing our sense of time and growth - the dearth of blog posts being a prime example. So how do we measure, from one picture to the other?
In love.*
Which for you, little Elias, is exponential.
*in case you missed it: the title and response to this post are from the song "Seasons of Love", from the musical Rent.
Not surprisingly, of course, because of everything that happened. First there was this:
Five days later came the call from the Search Committee of the church, moving that process forward. And, inevitably, moving us to New Hampshire. New job, new house, new school for Asa, new church (for all, but especially Mummy)... an ordination, a baptism, a birthday...
A year.
Elias has been the least affected by this transition. This year, as crazy as it's been, is all he's known, and he's just lived each moment joyfully. He laughs and crawls and sits and chews and claps and laughs some more. Lucky us.
For the rest of us, it's been a hectic year, skewing our sense of time and growth - the dearth of blog posts being a prime example. So how do we measure, from one picture to the other?
In love.*
Which for you, little Elias, is exponential.
*in case you missed it: the title and response to this post are from the song "Seasons of Love", from the musical Rent.
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