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Despite my best efforts to convert my son to Sootherism, the Thumb Gods keep calling his name....

Update

I'd like to post more. I really would. But somehow my day seems to fritter away with nothing real accomplished except for the proof that my baby is growing. I'm generally not very good at looking at these four walls day after day after day. Finally Isaiah is starting to enjoy going for walks which means we can at least get out of the house. The monotony of staying at home with a Baby gets to me though. I've officially started to job hunt, having sent out one resume last week to an employer that I would love to work for.

The last few days have been a whirlwind of activity that makes my head spin. Family visits have been frequent. The Husband and his brothers went to work on the back yard. Now there is lush grass and a beautiful deck where there was once only gravel. Having the opportunity to sip a cup of coffee on the deck feels like a small bit of heaven. The house and the yard are beautiful. Even my flowers look good. I love this place.

Today Isaiah and I are enjoying a day at home. Too slow is bad, too fast is bad. It's been too fast lately and we need a couple of days at home to recover before we feel bored again. The morning and afternoon always pass quickly. It's the evenings that feel like forever when it's just the two of us doing what we do. Laundry happens almost every day, the majority of which is no longer the Husband's clothing. I still need to get a load going.

Isaiah is a bright boy. He loves to talk to strangers, one at a time. Too many people at once overwhelm him. He smiles and coos constantly and his fussy times are almost non-existent. Most of the time he sleeps well. Most recently he has started turning from his back to his side. He can spend hours studying a new toy and love to lay on his back and kick. He's such a pleasant kid. I'm one lucky mom.

Blocks

The question is, do I really want my child to play with blocks that contain the following warning?

"Do not throw the toy into the air. Do not use when the quality problem appears. Use under the circumstances that the acircumstances that the adult nurses. Do not allow children to put the toys into their mouth."

Sad Realization

This afternoon my dog Bentley went out for a car ride and walk with the Cuz. I was in the basement when the doorbell rang. The neighbor (and her Husband, Basset Hound, and Ferret) smiled and said "Hi, we're here to take Bentley for a walk!" Sadly, he was still out with the Cuz.

My dog has a busier social life than I do.

Shoes

Trust me when I say, I don't have a shoe fetish. In fact, the Husband probably owns more shoes at this given moment than I have in my entire life. I like shoes to be visually appealing, but mostly practical and supportive. I can wear a pair of shoes even when the style passes, as long as they still feel good for years until they wear out.

But today the fascination returned. I saw the red high heel at the curb of the street. Alone with no partner. No feet to carry it. And my mind was full of questions. How could a person not realize that they lost one shoe? Where is it's partner? I'd love to know the story of how the shoe ended up alone and kicked to the curb, covered in dust.

I've had a secret desire for years. I'd love to photograph wayward shoes such as this one. It's not a practical hobby though as I'd often have to stop the car to take a picture and traffic just might take offense. But if I could, I'd collect photos of shoes on the street or tied together and dangling from hydro wires. With dates and locations.

I'd love to do that.

Yesterday

Family

We recently enjoyed a visit from my brother and his lovely wife and kidlets. They live in Calgary, where David is pastor of a church. This was the first time that this new uncle laid eyes upon his nephew. Isaiah's cousins have officially become "the competition". I don't know any other family that makes such beautiful kids.

What lovely eyes!

Since I'm currently unemployed and on Mat leave, I had lots of time to hang with the family. I got to spend some time with my sister-in-law, getting to know her over lunch. We took the kids to Steinbach Aquatic Center and I took Ethan on the waterslide and waded with Abigail. My dog even taught Ethan how to bark. Impressive!

If I sit like a dog and bark like a dog, I am a dog.

The visit was topped off by a Baby Dedication, done by Pastor Dave and attended by our immediate families and Grandparents.

Praying for our Son

Hanging with Great Grandma

The weekend ended with a bang as Dad shot off fireworks. The grand finale consisted of a firework that tipped onto it's side, spraying colorful explosions into the trees. Maybe next time we'll secure them a bit better.

You Know You're a Parent When...

You run around the house trying to find the possessed toy that has suddenly started playing a tune all by itself and then look out the window to find the Ice Cream truck driving by.