Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

I'm obsessed with this picture of him. My mom snapped it this past Saturday during lunch.
Melts me.

He hearts Kitty and Kitty hearts He

Playing in our back yard garden with kitty Nigel, who apparently adores Bowman, as it appears he's rather enjoying having his eyeball probed repeatedly by a tiny pointer finger. Kitty likey baby. (Photos taken this past Saturday afternoon)

Poppie and Nigey

Sunday at the Ferry Building. We have next to zero photos of the three of us TOGETHER in the same picture. makes me depressed when I think about it, so I dont think about it I just try to remember to ask people to take a pic for us...

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Him cute...

Last Friday lunching in San Francisco. Little red shirt and a choo-choo hat. Swoon. He is such a sweet and happy baby.

Fun Thursday

"Fun Thursday" or "Thursday Fun-day" is a little something AJ and I used to do pre-baby and pre-pregnancy. Pretty much every week we'd do something fun on Thursday evening after work, because Thursday is the day before Friday and Friday is a great day :) This past Thursday morning while we were both getting ready in the morning, I suddenly remembered "Fun Thursday" and realized it had been missing from life for the past 1.5 to 2 years. So we decided on the spot that it was time to bring "Fun Thursday" back into existence and agreed we'd go out to din that evening.

Fun Thursday, I'm glad you're back. I had a ball with my boys at one of our favorite neighborhood spots around the corner, we ate outside and enjoyed the lovely evening.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Dear Isaiah,

It has been 365 days. 373 since I held you in my arms, all 26 pounds of you smushed against my big growing belly. We love you so much, every day and forever. Your life has changed us, who we are and how we love. We are in awe of your mom and dad's strength and the choice they made to live in joy and rejoice in your life. We love them so much and would go to the end of the earth and back for them. Your big brother Jackson is simply amazing and brings smiles and laughter to ours and the faces of countless individuals on a daily basis. Such a character and such a sweet soul. Your god-brother Bowman Isaiah Jack is growing and growing, he turned 10 months old yesterday. He would adore you. Sometimes I wake up at night and find comfort in knowing you are there watching over him. I often think of you when I'm holding him. We miss you so much.

You remind me all the time to stop whatever I am doing, whatever I am busy or preoccupied with, whatever doesn't matter. You remind me to rejoice and be overcome with gratitude for what I have, right now. God blessed us with knowing you.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Evening Playtime

Bowman playing with mama and dada in the playroom one evening this past week, my favorite time of day! (I think you can click on the photos to enlarge them) I had to put leggies on him because Speedy Gonzalez was starting to get rub-burn on his knees, crawling around like a little critter!

Monday, May 9, 2011

First ride a (cringe) shopping cart (double cringe). That's right, yesterday was Bowman's first ever ride in a shopping cart. We had to stop at Target and didn't feel like getting the stroller out of the car so I decided to just carry him. I guess I forgot how much he weighs and how lugging around 22-pounds gets old pretty fast, so I started looking for a way out. Any way but a cart. Daddy finally talked me into it. It was me vs. the cart and the cart won as my arm started giving out. We of course have one of those overpriced fabric shopping cart covers, but it was at home stored nicely in the box in the closet. perfect.

So I plopped him in and fastened the harness tight around his waist. As we started moving, Bowman insisted on twisting himself all the way around so he could look forward in the direction the cart was moving. this is no passive baby, this is Mr. In-Charge, alert and must know what's going on at all times. He just wouldn't stop and then he started to wiggle his legs out of the leg holes so he could turn his entire body around.

So we started pushing the cart from the other end, so little Mr. Captain could lead the charge. Much better guys.
"Sheesh mom and dad, took you long enough to figure out how to drive this thing the right direction!" it was hilarious.

Wonderful Day!

Mothers day was a special day for me. Oh so special, I'll never forget it. I spent all day with my boys doing many fun things. Perfection. I'm a lucky lady to get to be wife and mama to these two.

Now I just wish we got a picture of the three of us together!

Friday, May 6, 2011

My *first* mothers day...keeping it real

As mothers day approaches I have noticed a swirl of emotion and expectation going on inside of me and I think I figured it out. This morning I realized that I have all the physical and emotional memory of the pregnancy and birth; becoming a mother, wrapped up into this approaching Mothers Day.

The pregnancy was so extremely hard on me physically. Looking back, I can see how much I really struggled through the last half of the pregnancy- when I was in it one day at at time I didn't realize how much I was suffering but the truth of it is that I could barely walk and was truly debilitated, no exaggeration. Very hard but WORTH EVERY MOMENT!!
On top of that, is the actual birth. I still to this day have no idea how I managed to deliver a 10-pound 5-oz baby after 23 hours of full-on intense labor and zip zero zilch medication. ((Actually I suppose I do have an idea how I managed to do it, I BELIEVED I could do it, I BELIEVED it all along and GOD was with me through it all. I don't know how to put into words the depth of my trust and belief in God (and thus in myself) through the process, but I know for certain that it is the only explanation for the perfect outcome I had. GOD was there and we had moments of grace throughout the 23 hours. And in that 23rd hour Bowman's shoulder got stuck (shoulder dystocia, unforeseeable, easily fatal, a delivery doctors worst nightmare) and I had to stand up to my feet in an instant so the doctor could maneuver him out it was only by the grace of GOD that he was delivered in perfect condition.))...I digress. It makes me tear up with an emotional mixture of pride, disbelief, amazement and gratitude just thinking of it all. So intense and overwhelming! And I would do it one million times in his sake, look at him.
And them...
What do I expect- a a tiara? A "Hooray Allison is a Mother" parade with confetti and fireworks? umm no. So I release this silly feeling of entitlement and build-up playing into a special "Day", I don't need anything more than what I have- perfectly precious son and the best husband I could ask for. Life is lovely. I wear my badge of "Mother" proudly, and time and any day I get to spe with my husband and son is a "Mothers Day" for me! Such a gift.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Usama Bin Ladin is dead, he was responsible for thousands upon thousands of innocent lives; evil. A friend posted this on Facebook and it sums my feelings perfectly.  I want my son to know this one day, and hope he too will be able to make the distinction. 
"I will mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that."
-Martin Luther King Jr