dripping with passion

  a normal day! holding it in my hand this one moment, i have come to see it as more than an ordinary rock. it is a gem, a jewel...normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. let me learn from you, love you, savor you, bless you before you depart. let me not pass you by in a quest for some rare and perfect tomorrow. let me hold you while i may, for it will not always be so. one day i shall...want more than all the world your return. and then i will know what i now am guessing: that you are, indeed, a common rock, and not a jewel, but that a common rock made of the very mass substance of the earth in all its strength and plenty puts a gem to shame.  -mary jean irion i’ve been trying to savor my current  normal days  as i've been anticipating the total change in them coming up with baby’s arrival in april (and again a bit later when i go back to school and start working again part-time). i so want to remember keenly this one-child, stay-at-home-mom, living-in-and-loving-lo

moses is one and a half years old! time really does fly. it’s so wild to think that this little boy was once growing inside my belly (like his brother is now) and to remember how tiny he used to be. he has learned so, so much in the past eighteen months! and he is learning more every single day. it is such a pleasure and such a privilege to witness this perfect little soul’s growth - moses inspires and teaches me every single day. he is pure and sweet and fun and silly and wonderful. every night ian and i lay in bed together and talk about how awesome moses is with huge smiles stretched across our faces. parenting him is at times tricky and challenging and exhausting, but mostly it is so, so sweet. here’s some tidbits to remember about our moses thames at eighteen months...   he loves to dance more than anything in the world, and homeboy’s got  moves . he adores our nightly dance parties, and starts dancing at the faintest sound of music no matter where we are. he swings his ar

    one. yesterday afternoon, i impulsively decided to take moses to the tate modern. i hadn’t been there for ages and I knew mo would love running around the galleries and seeing all the interesting art. i am a big fan of modern and contemporary art (obviously some artists/pieces more than others) and it felt good for my soul to take in all that creative creation (as much as i could while chasing my little boy around!). there’s an installation in the big main hall of the museum right now that is a huge ball swinging from the ceiling above really colourful carpet. that was definitely a hit for moses! {all photos in this post, except for the ones at the end from lumiere london, i snapped yesterday at the tate modern!} two. i am now twenty seven and a half weeks pregnant. about this time is when they say your baby is viable - i.e. if it were born, it would be very likely to survive. and it’s just a relief to be at that point! i can’t believe we are approaching the third trimester. i am

  the past eight days have been, to be blunt, pretty hellish. (my life is outrageously good and i am tremendously privileged and my hardships are so trivial compared to so many others’ - but they are still real for me and this week was just seriously  rough .) little mo had surgery last thursday. he was born with an abnormality that we knew (since he was only days old) needed to be surgically repaired, so we knew this was coming - but nothing could have prepared us for it all. (and we are definitely not out of the woods yet on recovery - it may require a lot of time and possibly additional procedures). for six nights, all three of us were up every three to four hours for meds and nappy changes. there was a lot of worry about healing swirling around in our home, and everything in life got put on hold (and thus piled up!).   ^^ the playroom at the hospital was  pretty awesome...but our poor baby had some sad times there along with the fun play. ^^ on saturday, i started experie