Thursday, February 20, 2014

2 months

little simon is such a 
sweet, calm babe. and he's getting big!
I had to wash, fold, and put away his 
newborn onesies and outfits the other day since 
they don't fit his growing bod anymore. at the 
pediatrician's today, the doctor put him on the scale
and I wasn't expecting him to be nearly five pounds bigger
 than he was two months ago. chunk! the more
I see him grow and communicate with us and make 
eye contact and coo and begin to find his voice and 
his laugh the more my heart bursts with LOVE for
this little fella

here's phil giving simon a voice.
I love his tummy in that onesie.

the beginning of his laugh

Sunday, February 16, 2014

year of dates: february

indian food is the stuff our culinary dreams are made of. heaven is going to have lots of naan and fountains of chicken tikka masala (strange but delicious image there for you). ever since we went out to bombay house when we were engaged two years ago, we have made this a tradition each february 13th. 
^^these smiles are fueled by a tandoor oven.

after dinner, we drove up into the nearby indian hills (this is sounding like a theme...) to enjoy the view where phil proposed. I brought my journals along from the time we started dating to when we were married. it was neat to read and talk about our impressions of each other from the beginning. one of the funniest memories from our first few dates was when phil finally said, before I went home one night, "laurel, I'd love to be dating you." And, guess how I responded: "yes, thank you." yes, thank you?!??!? was I agreeing to a waiter to pour me more water?? thank goodness dear phil liked me enough to overlook that classy response.  
but, at least I was polite, right?

^^ the annual ring photo. (see 2012 and 2013 here) and, yeah, I look 
a little crizazy in this. I blame the peanut butter oreo shake after bombay 
house. friends, this is what happens when you give into gluttony.

Friday, February 14, 2014

happy valentine's day!

hey, you! happy valentine's day! 
three cheers (or four if you're feeling ambitious and loud)
 for any and all types of love (including, for me, a love for all 
heart-shaped food. so happy about this little debbie's purchase). 
I mean, no matter who or what you love (even if you just love yourself,
which you should!), loving someone or something just feels good and 
is good for us. dish it out! I love that this is a day where we're 
given carte blanche to not only go looooove crazy but to 
eat inordinate amounts of chocolate! hello!
so, what are you going to do to show some love today?

^^heart cake wink

Thursday, February 13, 2014

my valentine

this is going to be a sappy-sauce post with a side of cheese, but I can't help it when it comes this sweet man of mine. and, this blog is a bit on the lovey, cheddar cheesy side anyway, right? so, it fits.

phil and I got engaged two years ago today. 

at that time, I was so ready (and impatient? me?) for him to ask even though we had been dating for a relatively short time. I think since we had dated others a bit beforehand that we understood what we were looking for, what we needed, what we wanted. I was so happy to have found phil. before him, I would think, "what's wrong with me? why doesn't ____ like me or why don't I feel more for ______?" I'm sure that I'm not the only one who has had moments where love just seemed to be nowhere on the radar and where it just made no sense (hindsight, in that regard, has been a beautiful thing). after an internship in france though I came back feeling so good about who I was. I felt happy and brave and capable. I had a new job that gave me confidence and real self-sufficiency and made me feel full of potential. I had aspirations that warmed the future. I was joyful. life was bright. 

then along came dear phil. he would make everyone in the little scandinavian corner of our large, shared office laugh. he was amicable and happy and down-to-earth. like, ground zero. I liked that. there was something drawing about him that I didn't understand at first -- something about those curls and that easy smile. I learned a swedish greeting and said hi to him. it all began so simply. there were no pedestals that we put each other one, no expectations to disappoint. we went to a movie (a strange one full of clocks and strawberry fields?), we laughed a lot, and then he drove me home in that old, beat-up, red toyota tercel. And, so it began. 

I knew quickly that I wanted to marry him. around new year's we so very tentatively brought up the topic of marriage. I had it on my mind when I came back from christmas in california. I could hear the questioning of friends and family over break asking if we were going to get married. my grandma's question (bless her heart) was the best/worst: "laurel, do you want to bear his children??" boom! she just skipped that marriage question and went straight for the big one. I didn't tell phil about her inquisition until much later. talk about scaring a guy away, huh? but, he had marriage on his mind too. we talked about it late one night (in that old toyota tercel), the words coming so carefully and vulnerably out of our mouths as though we were entering an unknown frontier. we toyed with a date. it was surreal. 

and then we got engaged. that was two years ago today. I had no idea then the extent of what I know now: I married the very best of men. philip is a rock. he is so diligent, so understanding, so kind, so good. he is my sweet husband and simon's sweet papa. it's neat to reflect on when we dated and our engagement and how we enjoyed discovering each other and our likes and dislikes and our best stories and funniest experiences. we know all those things now (though I love when I hear his stories again and again, anticipating the laughter of someone else who doesn't know), and even though we may be past the parts full of flirt and giddiness and starry eyes and newness, I wouldn't trade in the comfort and closeness and complete trust and this love that we have built together since those beginning days for anything. it has all been part of making this wonderful whole that keeps growing, layer upon beautiful layer.   

all this to say, happy valentines to my forever boyfriend, fiancé and husband.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

oh, hey.

this week has been a bit dreary weather-wise, but
I'm strangely relieved by the fact that it finally feels like
winter around here. not that I am a big fan of winter (ha. no.),
just that it seems more natural for snow and rain to be
around in february then temperatures in the high 40's.

highlights of the week:
- phil: receiving a sweet grant for the project he is working on.
- me: starting on a new, exciting project with a french professor and 
getting a free lunch out of it
-simon: learning how to reach out and hit the dangling elephants on his mobile
- phil: going to a basketball game with his brother
- me: beginning half marathon training (so far, so good! news: I can run.)
- simon: cooing more and discovering that his hands taste good
- phil and I finally having friends over for dinner
- butternut squash soup. I conquered that gourd.
-figure skating. I love triple axles and those turns that make their legs look like jelly.
- phil: making/eating cream cheese brownies.
- me: getting a electric breast pump (tmi much, laurel? yes, but
 my life more or less revolves around someone, you know, eating. and 
this little machine is this week's miracle.)

- phil/me/simon: saturday. we're always glad when it comes around.

^^ bless this calm and happy baby. 
^^ someone wanted to try on papa's suit pants. not quite his size yet...
^^ I'll just let you guess what happened to phil as he was changing
that sweet simon boy.
^^mossy tree outside the window
^^ rainy saturday afternoon nap
^^ post-nap window gazing

^^ little things around the house

^^date! we left the house to get froyo and ended up stopping
for some california exports (animal style) on the way.
^^phil gives me all his pickles.

^^and the froyo with lots of mochi and boba

Saturday, February 1, 2014

this stage

round tummy, milky breath, quivering chin, falling asleep/drunk eyes,
little head buried down into his quilt, giving up and falling asleep during tummy time, 
post -naptime quiet staring, reflective eyes, bicycling feet, fine hair, kissable forehead, 
wimpers in his sleep (those baby dreams sometimes seem so tragic),big sighs, 
head back yawns, little chunky thighs, vigorous mid-nap binky sucking, 
wrapped up like a burrito, sweet arm stretches, cooing at the window, 
gummy open-mouthed grin, soft head to run my cheek across.

I love this newborn stage. I love this newborn.