Sunday, October 20, 2013

13 months

Such a big boy!
And still such a picky eater.
There was no smashing of the first birthday cake
We had to put Cheerios on top to get you interested. 
Love the new push mower and school bus and ball machine
The move into the new house was rough for you,
We slept in the chair many a hours.
And ever since your party, you haven't slept well at all-
Like twice a night and sometimes three.
Such a trouble maker, you look around to see if anyone notices before you swipe my phone
Like Linus, you carry a blanket around ALL the time and can't sleep without one. 
Keeping you warm at night has proven tough
Socks, thermals, fleece footies, and lots of blankets is how you like it!
Talk and babble away, having your own private conversation. 
Won't say mama but responds with dada to everything! 








Friday, October 11, 2013

N and L and the Big E

Position vacant: Perfect Couple Friends 

Husband must be in a band but not the drummer and have adorably cute and super friendly wife. Couple must like juice and hosting spontaneous BBQs. Required to own crazy- hyper, well behaved black and white boston terrier who can jump higher than shortest friend is tall. Preferred to have a son approximately 5 months younger than arranged best friend; position to be filled by Joseph J. Ambrose Jr.  Both couples will agree to have second child at similar time to secure second best friend and playmate position for life. Husband must be handy and tall enough to hold ceiling fan up in 8ft ceilings and enjoy playin golf. Wife must enjoy walks at the mall, baking brownies and Pinterest projects. Said couple must be in agreement to not move farther than 25 minutes away. 




sahm

Are we really the first culture in the history of mankind to fail to grasp the glory and seriousness of motherhood? The pagans deified Maternity and turned it into a goddess. We’ve gone the other direction; we treat it like a disease or an obstacle.

The people who completely immerse themselves in the tiring, thankless, profoundly important job of raising children ought to be put on a pedestal. We ought to revere them and admire them like we admire rocket scientists and war heroes. These women are doing something beautiful and complicated and challenging and terrifying and painful and joyous and essential. Whatever they are doing, they ARE doing something, and our civilization DEPENDS on them doing it well. Who else can say such a thing? What other job carries with it such consequences?

--Matt Walsh, The Matt Walsh Blog