So I’m on the list for Top 25 Baby Journals on Circle of Moms. I would very much like to be in the top 25, and so would B. Please vote once a day until May 16. Click on the button, then click the thumbs up. Pretty please with cherries on top. And sprinkles.
What we’ll be listening to this weekend, burning red hair under a euphoric sun, swirling in blue water, a fiery halo for sand angels. We’ll paint some and play our Beatles records, maybe some Hendrix, and we’ll dance among the lovebugs under a purple sky and B will laugh his sweet sweet laugh and the world will never know such perfect splendor.
Alex,
I can’t count in a day how many times I say I love you. I say it without thinking, like clockwork. When I whisper it in your ear when you sink into the couch after a 13 hour day, I mean I appreciate you. When I yell it to you from the front door as you get into your car with your soccer cleats on, I mean don’t get hurt, please don’t get hurt. When I call it to you as I walk down the stairs, I mean goodbye, I’ll be home soon. It means thank you for making my plate while I hold the baby. It means goodnight and sweet dreams. It means good morning. It means you make me laugh. It means you’re handsome. It means I just need you right now, just need you to be. It means I’m frustrated and loving you makes it better. It means you’re welcome. It means yes, of course, love. It means no, I’m sorry. It means please. It means I’m sad and the tears are coming. It means I’m happy and the tears are coming even faster. It means I’m scared and my hands are shaking. It means I miss you. It means the dinner you cooked was wonderful. It means thank you for emptying the cooler. It means everything inside my heart when the baby’s safe in your arms. But all these simple words, they aren’t enough. I never want the last thing you hear me say be thank you or goodbye. And so I say I love you, I say it with a thousand meanings…loud and fast and soft and slow. And when my voice can’t say it, my eyes do, grey and dark and searching, holding your gaze. Everything I have ever had to tell you, wrapped up in three little words.
I love you.
L.O.V.E. bed – wine rack – coaster collection – little bathroom – black walls – fan & feathers – apron & canteen – strawberry soap dispenser – cherry blossoms – green tea candles – petit petit – red cuckoo clock – beaded sconces – jeweled orchids
You love avocados. I can’t get them in your mouth fast enough. You don’t mind peas, either. When you get really happy about something you open your mouth as big as you can and it reminds me of a snapping turtle. You went swimming for the first time and loved it. Stella tried to get in with you because she still thinks you’re her baby, but so does Chino. So Chino attacked Stella thinking she was after you and there was some mild melodrama in the pool. You’ve taken to going to the bathroom as I’m changing your diaper, which is almost always really awkward. You stayed the night at your Mema and Super Pop’s house over the weekend and I cried for two straight hours because my heart hurt from missing you.
And I found glitter in your diaper. And your boy parts sparkled. And that’s all I have to say about that.
bunny masks. guacamole. easter cake. red wine. cook like a man. colored eggs. lake placid. holiday house. bungalows and gas signs. blue sky. pretty skirt. green grass. banana shirt. napping baby in the shade. soft breeze. picked blackberries. bougainvilleas. dusty weeds. long shadows. sweet sangria. vintage shoes. ripped jeans. late night. hugs and love and hummus. easter morning. happy baskets. sunday drive. windows down. vintage dress. zombie jesus. babe in pool. flower candy. green beans. no diapers. boxes of blankets. easter dinner. family photos. crown of thorns.
B gave green beans the middle finger.
hard.
he eventually just stopped opening his mouth all together. So then I’d make him laugh. And when he was laughing, I crammed the green beans in his mouth. And he ate them. And then he got sad. And his eyesbrows crinkled and he looked at me with teary little puppy dog eyes.
And then he spit them in my face.
muchos gracias.
This is what we’ll be listening this weekend at the lake house, making brown egg rainbows, doing easter things, wearing bunny masks…and while we terrorize the streets in a haze of magic, rum, and starlight.
From Alex, To Jamie, With Love
You are the woman that I’ve always dreamed of
I knew it from the start
I saw your face and that’s the last I’ve seen of my heart
It’s not so much the things you say to me
It’s not the things you do
It’s how I feel each time you’re close to me
That keeps me close to you
You are the woman that I’ve always dreamed of
I knew it from the start
I saw your face and that’s the last I’ve seen of my heart
It’s not so much your pretty face I see
It’s not the clothes you wear
It’s more that special way you look at me
That always keeps me there
You are the woman that I’ve always dreamed of
I knew it from the start
I saw your face and that’s the last I’ve seen of my heart
It’s hard to tell you all the love I’m feelin’
That’s just not my style
You got a way of sending my senses reelin’
Every time you smile
You are the woman that I’ve always dreamed of
I knew it from the start
I saw your face and that’s the last I’ve seen of my heart
-Firefall
You Need:
1/2 cup butter, room temp.
1 cup white sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
2 eggs
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup sour cream
1 cup dried cranberries
1 cup chopped pecans
3 chopped up bananas
Preheat oven to 350
1. mix the butter, white sugar, and brown sugar in a bowl (like…by hand)
2. add the eggs and vanilla and stir that up too.
3. then add the salt, flour, and baking soda. keep stirring.
4. add the bananas, sour cream, pecans, and cranberries. fold it, fancy for stir gently.
5. put it in a loaf pan.
6. bake it for 60 – 75 minutes. do the toothpick trick.
maybe this constitutes a fruit cake. i don’t know.
it will get demolished.
