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Perspective
I was really run down yesterday. Possibly because we had a day-consuming House Blessing event on Saturday. Possibly because T had been doing Startup Weekend all weekend and I had to do House Blessing and Sunday Liturgy with the Babe on my own (um, and the rest of my in-laws) :)… read on -
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Where We Came From
Next door to Macia’s favorite coffee shop is Magpie, a store I could spend all my money in. … read on -
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Blue
berries!
Her words are just exploding, though they are hard to articulate. She has morphed “cracker” into a back-of-the-throat “guh-cawh” and “avocado” is something like “clalala.” But she is talking. She mimics our sounds and the right number of syllables and is paying attention when we label things. Growing so fast..
She likes to holler at us from another room or in the stroller: “MAMA!” and we holler back: “Macie!” “MAMA!” “Macie!” Sometimes she draws out the syllables, enjoying the vowels in full volume: “DaDAAAA!” “Macie!” DaDAAAAAAA!” “Macie!”
I’m thinking about trimming her hair. Not a … read on
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Two’s Day on Friday
We packed up the diaper bag and headed down to the children’s museum in Fort Point. On Fridays, they have free entry, and it’s so close to Flour Bakery and Barrington Coffee, that there was something for everyone!… read on -
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rose + mary
Sitting in front of the Mary grotto while my Macie Rose played in the sand, I stared blankly at Momma’s huge rosemary bush, following he twisted branches in and out of the center of the bush. It was tough and twiggy–a hearty desert plant. I pinched some leaves off and crushed them between my fingers, inhaling the strong, woodsy scent.… read on -
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F. Liszt
Does anyone remember Victor Borge? He did the phonetic punctuation bit? He also did a bit where he plays a piece by Fliszt. It’s not F. Liszt, of course. You don’t say “M. Ozart,” do you?… read on -
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Sweet Leaf
You saw one happy peek at our Sunday visit to Sweet Leaf on Long Island during our NY trip. … read on -
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Grumpy McGrumpy Pants
After Gimme! we went to Cafe Grumpy. I didn’t take any pictures because (TMI warning) Macia had a stinky diaper and we needed to find some place to change her and I was thirsty but didn’t want any more coffee and the shop was small inside and it was cold outside and we had done a lot of walking and the Babe and I were tired but she wouldn’t go to sleep in the mei tai.@thepaulist took better pictures. Um. So I guess it was a good thing we were at Cafe Grumpy. I know … read on
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Gimme!
I think Macia, by far, had the most fun at Gimme! coffee. The inside of the cafe was so small that, with a wiggly toddler, it only made sense to drink our coffee outside. A bit chilly, but there was a nice bench against a deep window sill which formed a perfect “playpen” for the Babe :)… read on -
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Bowery
Bowery Coffee, across the street from the Houston-Bowery Mural Wall, won my vote for “best ambiance.”… read on -
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Fourteen Angels
I remember Momma’s voice. As time goes on after her death, much fades, but I will always remember so much of her voice. [Also, I thank God for all those cheesy home videos we have. It is such a blessing to hear her voice again, even if I know it's only another memory.]One of the songs she used to sing–not to us, really, but it was in one of the song books we had for piano and she’d play it for me occasionally–was the Fourteen Angels song from a Hansel and Gretel opera.
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Quilted Pink (and Green and Orange and Turquoise and Yellow and a Little Bit Red)
I once said I’d never make a quilt. Which was from the beginning a complete lie because I had, in fact, already made one quilt. A crazy quilt. From a huge box of bitty vintage scraps my grandmother had saved. The panels I sewed became the top of the duvet which we still use in the winter. Taylor loves it.The idea of making a quilt–that is, going out and buying new material, cutting it up, and sewing it all back together–still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, and yet, I have made another quilt. A little one. … read on
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Back!
Ah, that’s better.I think the best way to get back into the swing of things is in list-form.
[I will make a rule: I won't post more than one list a week. I can handle that.]
- We had a great visit with Uncle Elliott two weekends ago. I got some cute shots, but haven’t processed them yet. Story of my life.
- I did some sewing this weekend. I finished the Babe’s quilt on Friday and I made her a little romper dress from a romper Momma made me when I was the Babe’s size. It’s super cute. Pictures forthcoming
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Babers Update
Yesterday, we bought the Babe a new car seat. ‘Cuz seriously you guys, that kid is getting huge. And don’t tell me, “oh, but you’re just missing her bitty-baby days,” because we weren’t able to be there for all of those days.… read on -
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Randoms
I want to write today, but I can’t form an organized enough thought to do anything other than a list. Still, lists are fun sometimes, too.–Taylor loves quilts. And kilts. And woolens. And anything knit or crocheted. I knit. I’ve learned (and un-learned) how to crochet. I love wool, and I’m not opposed to kilts (in the right context (no, Taylor, a marathon is not the right context)). But for years I have told him I don’t make quilts. It makes no sense to me to cut up perfectly good material into smaller pieces only to sew them all … read on
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Tuesday Three’s-Day
No, I won’t ever be ready. I think part of being an eternal being is that we are never ready to say goodbye. We weren’t meant to.… read on -
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Let’s Get Cozy
I have another blogger crush. These are the crushes where I look through a blog and drool over every picture, every idea, every made-thing and want it to be my home, my life, my crafts, too.… read on -
A Little Sewing
We got a package last week.. from some wonderful friends :)What was inside?… read on
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And She Shall Be Called…
Y’know, some people long for nicknames. And others naturally evoke an abundance. … read on -
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Moving
Last weekend was good. It was great and very full. And here is another one looming, just down the road–how quickly time moves on..Friday, after running a few errands, we headed out to see the Babe. It was a special visit this time because we spent the night at her foster family’s house, in preparation for bring her home with us in (hopefully) a week or so. We spent the morning with her, watching her with her foster family and getting a more firm idea of her schedule, her moods, her disposition when we’re not actively playing with her. … read on
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Seasonal
Ecclesiastes said it best: to everything there is a season. A time to live and to die; a time to grieve and to rejoice. A time to eat asparagus and a time to eat squash. There is a proper season for it all.… read on -
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A Home for Baby
In many ways, simply fostering an infant seems easier to me. If one takes the infant home, as a foster parent, one knows that the infant will only be with you for a time, that he won’t stay in your home forever. And you will, at some point, have to say goodbye. I don’t pretend to believe that having that knowledge will make saying goodbye any easier, really, when the time comes…… read on -
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Flowers for Mary
On August 15, the Church celebrated the feast of the Assumption and Dormition of Mary, God-bearer. Tradition tells us that when it was Mary’s time to die, the apostles were mystically transported to her side, with the exception of Thomas who was otherwise engaged. The apostles were there with her at the moment of her death and they buried her. A few days later, Thomas arrived and wanted to see her body one last time, so much did he love his “mother.” When they opened the tomb, a strong scent of lovely flowers was all that remained. She was not … read on -
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Hold on Hope
A dear friend shared this song with me tonight. She told me it reminds her of her brother, who was killed several years ago… read on -
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a word from Balthasar:
It is possible for us to hear the word of God because God’s world is open to us. Most Christians do not realize that this is by no means a matter of course, but a miracle of the Father’s utterly free love. Every day it should astonish us anew, just as a lover is transported in bliss through the answering love of the woman he loves.… read on -
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on t-shirts (fitted)
I am not usually a t-shirt person.I’ve known women who rarely wear anything other than jeans or jean shorts and an assortment of tees. There is nothing wrong with that, of course–t-shirts are very comfortable, modest, and relatively cool most of the time–but I never liked the way I looked in them.… read on
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Toilet Seats
Growing up, we had a lot of rules that our parents set down for our betterment and the general upkeep of the house. Always wash your hands before playing the piano; close the lid and push the bench back in when you’re done. Four [chair] legs on the floor at all times. No hopping over the back of the couch to sit down. Close the door when you leave the house.… read on -
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Kindred
When I first discovered Ashley Rodriguez through her blog, her then-current post was a recipe for bacon caramels. I instantly fell in love. … read on -
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In This House of Brede
“Even at Vespers in these days Abbess Catherine, as if echoing the abbot’s words, thought, as the antiphon to the Magnificat was sung, of the Visitation, when the Virgin Mary, with the angel’s announcement beating in her heart, had gone “in haste,” as St. Luke says, to visit her far older cousin. … read on -
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Mourning
The other day, I read a post by a recently-delivered mama of twins. [Please read it, it's wonderful!] While her boys are mostly healthy, they were born a bit premature, and so they had to spend some time in the NICU, which is always hard for parents. And not less so “just” because their babies aren’t severely sick.Her experience with her twin boys really resonated with me. In my struggle with infertility, and now with a lengthy and drawn-out and unpredictable adoption experience, I feel a growing sense of loss.… read on
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Hungry for More?
Before I moved in here, I had cozy little digs at blogspot, which served me well for several years. But things change, husbands get in to web development, and new spaces are created.If you’re looking for more to read or want to hear more details of my story, go have a look-see at the past and let me know what you think.
Thanks so much for stopping by!
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