Wednesday, January 25, 2012

For Memory's Sake

This was the email Ray sent out right after Levin was born.  I'm cleaning out my email inbox today, and sometimes a blog is a good place to store things.  Pretty soon I'll be scanning my receipts and storing them here as well.

Hi all-

Cali and I wanted to send out a quick picture of our new son! We are still deliberating on names.

He was born at Tues 1:40pm at 8lbs 11oz and 21 in long.

Cali did great and is doing very well and we expect to be here at the hospital until Wed afternoon when we can go home.

We'll send another email later but wanted to get the word out.

We love you all and are excited to be parents.

Ray, Cali and Little Champ Follett

Monday, January 23, 2012

Male Mail

Levin got himself a package in the mail today.

I'll let his gift do the talking (it's on his head).

Levin spent the rest of the afternoon going on, and on, and ON about how dapper he looks.

It's going straight to his head.

My cousin Maddie made them.  Being thirteen keeps her busy.  I bet she'd take orders, though.

Friday, January 20, 2012


Seattle got snow this week.  I was pretty excited at the prospect of being shut indoors for the week until I heard that people were losing power.  Shut indoors with no internet and no reading in the evening and no movie watching... guess I wouldn't have been a good pioneer after all.

The Sound

Sometimes, Levin waking up from his naps reminds me of those people that say, "Don't talk to me until I've had my coffee."  He wakes up gruuuuuum-py and milk is the only thing that seems to cure it.  My favorite part is when he takes that first suck and closes his eyes.  I imagine he's whispering in his head, "nirvana."

On the other hand, lately I'm finding him each morning and after naps in this pose.  Maybe that's why he's not happy.

He scoots himself right into a pickle in an attempt to ditch the swaddle

I know.  I'm working on getting him a crib.

As for news about me...

Well, the biggest news is probably a little crass and probably not blog appropriate.  However, I'm feeling generous.  I have my body back, and it feels great.  Levin decided 3 weeks ago that he doesn't want to nurse anymore.  The look he gave me said it all, "I'm a big boy now, and I don't drink from boobs anymore."

A month ago when I realized that I'd eventually have to someday stop nursing him, I kind of got sad at the thought.  I suddenly knew why there were children (excluding third-world countries) that were still nursing at 3.  I was sad at the thought of not having this connection to him.  I wondered if I'd cry the last time I nursed him knowing it would be the last.  I can happily report that on that fateful morning we both looked at each other and said, "Ahhh, to hell with it!"  And that was that.

Now, if I feel sad that he's getting big, I just look at old pictures and get my fix.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Radio Silence

Well, you have to break radio silence somehow...

Wouldn't want to set the bar too high...

What I was thinking...

"Sometimes when I don't want to practice the piano, I go watch a video like this and I find it in me to go down and practice; promising myself that someday I will actually make music."

So then I go downstairs and practice Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater or the horrid step-sister-of-a-beginner-song, Hot Cross Buns.

Someday I will be good enough to have myself a concert and gosh-darn-it, someone better bring me a bouquet of flowers.