beautiful boy

A sampling of photos of my beautiful boy by a great photographer! Samantha of Park Avenue Photography in Gig Harbor...she's wonderful!

Our portrait

I mentioned that we had had a photo session recently, right?

Actually, you can see a small selection of the photos that Samantha took here. This awesome portrait of Marek and me above, though, is one of my favorites. :)

Pumpkin Patch

One of my favorite traditions of autumn is the annual pumpkin patch trip. This year we're likely to be heading to the pumpkin patch three times. We've already ventured to one in Washington. Next week is the preschool trip and another one is sure to take place at our favorite local farm. I admit, I go a little crazy around this time of year when it comes to holiday and seasonal celebrations. Love them! I'm also planning a Halloween party for my boy. Recent fun at the first pumpkin patch:

Carpenter Boy

My life has been very busy this autumn, and I'm falling behind on the blogging world and keeping up with photos and posts! My laptop took a dive a few weeks ago and until it is repaired, my time online is limited. Some early fall memories to share:

Wacky Birthday

One of M's classmates had a birthday party this weekend at Wacky Bounce, a place full of these giant inflatable playthings. And the kids had a great time!

 

 

 

Sigh

I just love my new boots. If you ever need new rubber boots, I can't recommend Hunter enough!

 

The Beach is Worth the Climb

I've come down with something and am not feeling too well today, so I'll just post some recent photos, make some hot tea, and then head straight to bed!

music for my day

Friendships that Inspire Me

I met Joanna the second day of my college career. She lived in the dorm room next to mine and struck up a conversation. From the very start it felt like talking to someone I'd known forever. She was wise beyond her years, understated, funny as can be, brilliant, considerate, caring, sensitive and conscientious. I always thought of her as an "old soul". We bonded over class schedules, music, crazy and brilliant professors, ballet class, Beverly Hills 90210 nights, dorm food, broken hearts, road trips, and more. She has always been someone of great integrity who never felt like she had to change who she was just to fit in. We became roommates, shared weekly trips to Farrell's for ice cream, stayed up all night talking, tried to build our life plans. We both spent part of our junior year abroad. I headed to London and she to Jerusalem. I studied art history and she was fascinated with archaeology. We met up during our spring break together. She flew to London and we took an incredible trip to Scotland and the Netherlands. After we graduated from college, we both moved to separate cities and stayed in touch not nearly as often as I would have liked. But she's always been one of those friends where it doesn't matter if I just saw her yesterday or if it has been 10 years...there's no awkwardness or anything. Just familiarity. Over the years between college and now I'd get an occassional email from her from all over the world. Thailand. Zimbabwe. Darfur. Boston. She was in the Peace Corps and has worked in some of the world's most devastated areas doing humanitarian work. My life has taken a much different route. But whenever I hear from her, she is a huge inspiration to me. I only wish I could make the impact on the world that she has and will in her lifetime.

I recently saw her at her wedding this summer. It had been so long since we'd really talked, and weddings are always the hardest events to try and catch up at. It was a beautiful wedding. But bittersweet, as during the reception her stepfather had a heart attack and she (being a newly graduated nurse practioner) had to give him CPR until the paramedics came. A grueling amount of time went by in that period of waiting. It was surreal. At one of the most joyous events of one's life, how did it happen that something so tragic occurred? Why did it have to be the bride who was the only one there who could respond? But of course it was her. She saved his life, my amazing friend. And now I just received a letter from her that she and her husband are off to help save lives in Sudan. I anxiously await to hear more of her life story, as it always inspires me to do more with my own.

to nurture

I just ran across this quote online and it can be applied just as easily to motherhood:

"I have come to a frightening conclusion.

I am the decisive element in the classroom.

It is my personal approach that creates the climate.

It is my daily mood that makes the weather.

As a teacher I possess tremendous power to make a child's life miserable or joyous.

I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration.

I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.

In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis

will be escalated or de-escalated, and a child humanized or de-humanized."

-Haim Ginott

I know I want to be the best mother I can be to my little boy - now, as he grows, and forever. I want to be his source of comfort, security, the one solid thing he can always count on. It is easy to get caught up in all of the other responsibilities and stressors in our adult lives, but raising our children is the most important job we'll ever know.

You have to pour love into a child, never ceasing. Love them and respect them or they will never grow up to love and respect themselves or others.

What an amazing responsibility.

ice cream days

Days spent with sun warming our bodies

Summertime ice cream cooling our thoughts

As we pause from splashing in the water

Taking a break from all that is routine

To do something so ordinary as this

That which renews our spirit

Providing memories and laughs

Life is good!

First Day of School

It was back-to-school day here for Marek. He was a bit apprehensive once we got to school and it was time for him to enter into his room. I had to gently pry him off of me and nudge him over to his teacher...but once he was with her, he did just fine! It is so nice to have the routine already established from last year. Same fantastic teacher, same classroom, same classmates! There will be new, younger children coming in the next week and I'm looking forward to seeing new faces (both children and moms!) at his school. The same few moms were hovering outside the door with one-way mirror/window into the room at pickup. There's a small core of us who get there early to check in on our children and see how things are going. I'm excited to see where this school year takes him. One last year of preschool before Kindergarten! I'm still in denial of him ever growing up. Here's a few photos of my cutie on his first day:

A walk in the woods

“Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.” George Washington Carver