A couple of weeks ago India celebrated Holi. A yearly festival of colors and a celebration of spring. People play with colors all day...powdered colors, squirt guns loaded with color, water balloons filled with color. Wildly throwing, shooting, spreading, and spraying these colors at each other is completely acceptable and totally encouraged. Pure bliss for children. I am just glad we did not celebrate in our house. We celebrated with our neighbors. 11 days later Hudson still has some green in his hair.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
a mom blog...
William just conquered his first 6 months of life. He has been in our family for half a year and I believe that this deserves a little celebration, reflection and note. How did we live without him? He was designed to fit perfectly into this family of ours. I can't get enough of his roly-polyness, smiles, smells, and slobber.
What is baby William like?
...first two bottom teeth have sprouted this past month.
...you roll over immediately when I put you on the floor and then tend to get stuck and frustrated on your belly.
...you are starting to push your self up on your hands and push yourself backwards on the marble floor getting stuck under couches and chairs and beds.
...i am in no hurry to feed you real food.
...Priya calls me a "milk machine", but actually i think that you are the machine at nursing and growing.
...you have a light-up-the-room smile whenever our eyes meet, but also have a serious side.
...you adore your siblings and begin to wiggle out of my arms and kick your legs whenever they enter the room.
...in my arms you often feel like you are trying to go somewhere standing up strong and waving your arms.
...there is constantly someone in your space.
...you yell, growl and blow strawberries, squeal and say "ah-goo" and "ba ba, na na or ma ma."
...your sleep schedule is not a schedule. it is different every day and most nights end in our bed snuggled between us with your arms flailed out above your head.
...you officially grab at whatever is in reach and all goes into your mouth.
...i wear you so much that people often describe you as still being a part of me.
...Every Indian who sees you ohs and ahs as if they are seeing an angel
...you have barely any hair other then the dark blond mohawk patch on the top of your head.
...you have been held by countless people in your little life so that mommy can quick do "this or that", but I would drop any sort of chore, responsibility or house work to just hold you in my arms, hence the messy house.
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