We are basking in the glow of doing nothing-ness today.
Week 31 of the baby making magic, and I know that one day soon the 40 weeks will be a faint memory and I will struggle to recall the sweet little details and the days filled with nothingness because when I say "nothing" I mean that in a chock full of low-key good, real stuff sort of way.

2 more months. My head fills with thoughts... You meeting him for the first time. What expression will you make? Will I be nervous? Will you know to be gentle with him? Will I be able to hug you hard enough and snuggle you close enough so that you feel that enormous love I have for in a way that lets you know that even though you will share me, you are still mine, all mine, and I am all yours. The past two years with you have been soul shaping magic.

There's so much new happening in your world. We bought some flashcards for you to learn so you can toss around some new words, besides truck of course. New words flow...."pig", "dog", "baby", "keys".

Getting a picture of the following has been like getting one of the loch ness monster. I've tried numerous times,because it happens daily, but intrinsically you seem to know that I am coming toward you with the camera and you abruptly start something new. This is future girlfriend blackmail stuff.

Ok, while I'm on the topic of embarrassing stuff...While you were napping the other day I snuck a look at you on the monitor, only to find this...

Confused, and laughing I tried to piece together what had happened. It was a little warm out and you had on a pair of jeans. As I put you down for your nap, I thought you may be more comfy without your pants. Boy, was I right. After I left your room you obviously decided you didn't even need the diaper anymore. (we later found the aforementioned diaper on the floor by your crib- exactly where you must have thrown it.)
I love my little Naked Napper.

Super Bowl XLV

There are pictures that all parents seem to have of their children- the kid in the highchair eating spaghetti, the kid trying on Dad's shoes, the kid covered in mud/dirt/sand/icing/whipped cream. There are many, and before I had you, I figured they were just the "obligatory parental pics". Now that I have my very own little munchkin, I see what all the hype is about. When those moments happen to you, with your child, it's as if it's the first time they've ever occurred in the entire Universe. The moment they occur is pure preciousness- and capturing these moments on film is an added delight. Andy Warhol said, "The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do." That is the magic of documenting your childhood in film. For just one second, time stays still, and when I look at those images in the future, I get to travel back to that second and feel it all over again.
Here's one of those moments, baby...

We've had many other fantastic real moments and photo ops here at the Kelly House. We celebrated your second Super Bowl Sunday; football is a staple in our home cuz our Daddy loves it.


You were most intrigued by the balloons and the treats- specifically the sweet ones.

Final Score- Greenbay Packers 31, Pittsburgh Steelers, 25.

On Sunday, June 7th 2009 there was a full moon. Not surprising since the whole day was full of magic.
Little Company of Mary, Torrance was chock full of expectant mother's going into labor that day. The OBGYN on call that delivered you, Dr. Donna Richey, delivered a total of - I think- 5 babies that day.
Science has attempted to give the phenomenon explanation...
"It's called the lunar effect, and, as far as births are concerned, the primary explanation for the effect focuses on the moon's gravitational pull. It basically states that much the way the moon's gravity controls the tides, it can control a woman's body. The human body is 80 percent water, after all. And, given that both menstruation and ovulation roughly follow a lunar cycle -- occurring on a monthly basis -- it doesn't seem too far off to think that the moon could have a say in childbirth as well."

Me? I call it magic, and I wouldn't have expected you to enter the world in any other way.

Flash forward to almost 2 years later. We excitedly await the arrival of sweet "Baby B" (until we can come up with and agree on a name). I'm almost 29 weeks along and I've yet to really unpack my box of much needed pregnancy clothes from the garage, so clearly we are running just a bit behind schedule.


Sometimes the whole "pack" goes on a sunset walk when Dad gets home from work. You, me, Dad, Jack and Belle stomp the pavement and talk about the day. You point out all the trucks you see.
We come home and play outside for a little while til dinner.

When it's time for you to come in you melt. Your scream can probably be heard in Missouri. Soon it will be Summer, and days will be longer, and that means outside time will get longer too.

Goody gumdrops to all of that.

And here's another one of you, my little table-climbing, molar-getting monkey.
Oh sweet divine...