Beginning with my last trimester of
pregnancy to just a few months ago (almost a year now), I have had a
really hard time finding my written voice. What is usually cathartic,
(en)lightening, and fluid has been an uphill - two miles each way, in
the snow, barefoot – battle. As a result, there has been a glaring
dearth of content and, worse, I feel like I haven't given you, or me,
what we want to find or come away with here.
4.23.2015
Grill Your Garden.
Emerson
Rose is almost ten months-old. Just like that. Crawling, laughing,
'talking', responding, acting, reacting, selecting, loving and
eating. This kid loves to eat. She's amazing. Almost as amazing: Spring
has finally arrived - sunshine, warmth, green, flowers, short
sleeves. As she was born late last Summer and spent her first few
months being teeny tiny, and fragile indoors, Emerson has not yet
been able to be IN the air. And what better a time for her to be with
all this exploring and adventuring she's getting into. She squeals
with delight swinging on the swing, is fascinated with the sandbox
(and it's apparently very delicious sand), and the grass (with it's
equally palatable dandelions), and is 100% happy on any and all walks
in the stroller. And, man alive, this girl is head over heels for
baths and swimming. We're even inflating the baby pool this week!
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