No worries or cares in the world, just chillin’ out. Wonder if my family provided any entertainment while he was resting? I mean after all my kids were running around Colonial Michlimackinac checking out everything from top to bottom & couldn’t contain their excitement at all things late 1700s.
You know back when you had like one pair of shoes & wore them until you, like, DIED!! Screw you fancy fashion magazine & all your new shoes for the summer season, this is hardcore shoe living. I’m practically a colonial girl myself since I NEVER get to buy any shoes for ME. Instead I’ve done the “Mom” thing, I buy for the kids. I’m often found staring (OK, glaring) at other women who have shoes to go with ever single outfit. I mean EVERY.SINGLE.OUTFIT.
I think I might do better in the colonial times for fashion. Although during all the excitement & my longing for a time machine that would allow me to feel ahead in style for about 10 minutes, until I realized there was all that pesky hard work & nonstop fear of dying from the elements, Mr. G. stopped long enough to focus on this little one among the flowers. He then had me (read that as he MADE me, “please, please, please!!!”) take a picture. I couldn’t say no, I mean he said “please, please, please!!!” Even if he does make it so I can’t treat myself to shoes every second of every hour, he is pretty damn cute.
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by beth on March 1, 2010
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I am not sure why but when looking over our pictures of the elder children I noted that Mr. G had a total love for putting a coffee container on his head. Maybe he is like me & thought he wouldn’t be able to function without coffee. But if that’s the case then something was lost in the translation, since putting the container on your head isn’t the same as drinking it. Or so I would think. Then again maybe he should wait until he is at least in his teens before figuring that part out.
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I was looking through pictures last night on a nostalgia bender. And I totally apologize in advance for the sugary sweet overload of this post, but BY GOD ALMIGHTY AND ALL THAT IS HOLY THIS WORLD when I saw this one from when D-man was born, his hand next to Hubby’s, it broke me into a million pieces and then more because I couldn’t help but think of each time I held the kids for the first time. Looking into their eyes, examining all their fingers and toes, wondering what the future held for them. Drinking in their beauty.
And let me tell you that newborns are beautiful, especially when they are yours. You can’t help but look at them in total awe & wonder thinking “I helped make you & you are perfect in every way.” Even if they have a weird big toe you don’t care because you LOVE EVERY DARN PART.
I remember the look of Hubby holding them for the first time. He beamed love from every pour like sunshine radiated from him warming everything in his presence with his love. It’s the same look he has when he tucks them in at night. That look that crushes me. It makes me love him more today than yesterday.
Now the kids are all growing up so fast. They are such amazing little people & before I know it they’ll be grown up. Heck they might even be blogging about their own families one day & have their own nostalgia sugar-laced posts about their children. But I can remember when all their hands looked so small. I can remember when we they fit snugly against our bodies and their hands melted into the palms of ours. I want to hold those moments close to my heart & never let them go even if time moves forward.
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