She likes getting cuddled up in her towel and looking at herself in the mirror.
Little Miss Blue Eyes looks ready for bed!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Anna still loves bathtime!
She likes getting cuddled up in her towel and looking at herself in the mirror.
Little Miss Blue Eyes looks ready for bed!
That's My Girl!
When I went to get Anna from her crib the other day, this is how I found her. I love how she is really owning her space!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Layers
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written,
I am not done with my changes.
Stanley Kunitz
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written,
I am not done with my changes.
Stanley Kunitz
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Our Three Girls
I think it is so neat to watch the way Daisy and Chloe observe Anna, and she watches them right back!
Anna's Yummy Car Seat
Anna was going to town on her car seat strap! I think she is ready for something more than milk!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Busy Baby!
Out and about!
Here she is trying out her rocking chair for the first time- she loved it!
Anna's first wave!
She can almost sit up by herself!
A little tummy time with Daisy!
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