Check out that funny little chin and fat arm!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Swinger Of Birches
Excerpt from "Birches"
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust--
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
-Robert Frost
I have always loved that beautiful poem and it comes to mind after we have one of our icestorms. It pretty much sums it all up prefectly.
Don't make fun of me for putting a poem up either-there must be some gratification for having a B.A. afterall. I just looked at Adrienne's blog and she has a perfect picture of birch trees for this poem. Nice photo!
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust--
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
-Robert Frost
I have always loved that beautiful poem and it comes to mind after we have one of our icestorms. It pretty much sums it all up prefectly.
Don't make fun of me for putting a poem up either-there must be some gratification for having a B.A. afterall. I just looked at Adrienne's blog and she has a perfect picture of birch trees for this poem. Nice photo!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Holiday
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!
Need I say anything else?
Although, I am not sure how much of a holiday it is listening to a whiny husband and 6 month old while trying to clean the house. At least at work I can give out detentions and we have janitors!
Need I say anything else?
Although, I am not sure how much of a holiday it is listening to a whiny husband and 6 month old while trying to clean the house. At least at work I can give out detentions and we have janitors!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Growing
We were at the mall yesterday and I found this cute ball hat at The Children's Place. I tried it on him and I couldn't stop laughing...I thought he looked so sweet and quite a bit older. He is going to be six months old tomorrow-time flies!
Whenever the 11th of every month creeps up, I don't think so much about the day he was born as the day before he was born. I think about how uncomfortable, scared, sore, exhausted, cranky and excited I was. Things start changing at a pretty rapid pace as soon as you find out you are pregnant, but there can't be many bigger changes in life than the 24 hour period during which you go from being pregnant to looking at the little bundle for the first time.
Whenever the 11th of every month creeps up, I don't think so much about the day he was born as the day before he was born. I think about how uncomfortable, scared, sore, exhausted, cranky and excited I was. Things start changing at a pretty rapid pace as soon as you find out you are pregnant, but there can't be many bigger changes in life than the 24 hour period during which you go from being pregnant to looking at the little bundle for the first time.
Reading
Nathaniel is finally starting to get a bit of hair-although he still has a beautiful bald spot on the back of his head.
Aren't I Lucky?!
Anyway, every time Iain gets an opportunity to let his manliness grow, when it comes time to bid adieu, he likes to milk it by trying out a variety of "styles". It makes me laugh and I thought I would share how "handsome"he is with the world of blog.
The funny part is, I forgot to take a snap of him when he was clean shaven and he looks pretty darn good (which is hard to imagine after these shots). He has great sideburns too, which I have always been a fan of, so we are back to our prior state of marital bliss (insert mocking laugh here).
Monday, February 4, 2008
Update
Nate is 5 1/2 months old and my Mom has always maintained this is her favourite baby time. Who could argue against delightful smiles and giggles during almost every waking moment? Now that he can sit up, he wants everything in sight and it is a lot of fun watching how curious he is about his surroundings.
He had his check-up this week and he is 18 pounds and 28 inches long. He is trying to catch up with Mr. Finn!
He had his check-up this week and he is 18 pounds and 28 inches long. He is trying to catch up with Mr. Finn!
Hmmmm...
Ah, the fun that can be had if you blow at the exact same time your mother puts a spoonful of carrots in your mouth!
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