days of elijah
he is now 10 months. still looks like tow mater with his seven teeth. (what happened to the other bottom one?) we've got him blocked in the living room, with the furniture arranged around the carpeted area. he's figured out how to push things aside and break free. he wants to go up the stairs by himself. angels have already saved him several times. once i fell asleep nursing him, and gary and luci had gone downstairs for warm milk. he slipped out from under my arm and started crawling around the bed. i suddenly heard a very loud, yet quiet, shout in my ear. can't explain it, but i sat straight up and saw him just about to leap off the edge. gary returned to see me grabbing one of his legs.
i wonder what goes through the mind when you walk in on your spouse looking like something bad almost happened. once luci was teething, so i took a smallish ice cube to rub on her gums. she suddenly sucked the cube right into her mouth out of my hand, so i immediately inverted her body and smacked her back. she launched the ice across the bed just as gary walked in. hi g. how's life?
speaking of luci... she bops. she chooses her own outfits. her newest big deal are leg warmers i got from h&m while in chicago for a conference. she wore them last with an indian-type brown tunic, no pants, purple boots, and pink headband. she can get away with it though. we had the best time with the guevara cousins. luci loved their huge tub of dress-up outfits. she's my angel. she said to gary, "i love going to church." awww.
on an interesting note... all four of us were part of an pro-life silent protest. it was the weirdest thing; definitely out of my comfort zone. most people were apathetic. i felt more motorists gave thumbs up rather than down. there were the expected obscenities. how can people be so blind? most people that gave thumbs down were blasting booty music. i actually thought that was funny. gary held a sign saying "abortion kills children". he also had elijah in the front-strap baby carrier. my maternal blood boiled when people gave him dirty looks.
i bet you all $10 that if i had a picture of a white harp seal mom and pup, and another picture of them clubbed, and carried a sign outside of a coffee shop or bookstore saying that the fashion industry kills helpless animals, there would have been more sympathy/care/concern/love. i don't understand.
i wonder what goes through the mind when you walk in on your spouse looking like something bad almost happened. once luci was teething, so i took a smallish ice cube to rub on her gums. she suddenly sucked the cube right into her mouth out of my hand, so i immediately inverted her body and smacked her back. she launched the ice across the bed just as gary walked in. hi g. how's life?
speaking of luci... she bops. she chooses her own outfits. her newest big deal are leg warmers i got from h&m while in chicago for a conference. she wore them last with an indian-type brown tunic, no pants, purple boots, and pink headband. she can get away with it though. we had the best time with the guevara cousins. luci loved their huge tub of dress-up outfits. she's my angel. she said to gary, "i love going to church." awww.
on an interesting note... all four of us were part of an pro-life silent protest. it was the weirdest thing; definitely out of my comfort zone. most people were apathetic. i felt more motorists gave thumbs up rather than down. there were the expected obscenities. how can people be so blind? most people that gave thumbs down were blasting booty music. i actually thought that was funny. gary held a sign saying "abortion kills children". he also had elijah in the front-strap baby carrier. my maternal blood boiled when people gave him dirty looks.
i bet you all $10 that if i had a picture of a white harp seal mom and pup, and another picture of them clubbed, and carried a sign outside of a coffee shop or bookstore saying that the fashion industry kills helpless animals, there would have been more sympathy/care/concern/love. i don't understand.
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