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This is so beautiful it makes my heart ache.

Magic Sock

Socks and babies are two things that I have never managed to make stay together. Whenever I have put socks on either of my babies, the socks have not remained on that baby's feet for very long. Either the baby has pulled the sock off or the socks slowly inched off the feet. The result being that I, as the Mama, get comments of, “Oh! his feet are cold, he has no socks! Get this baby some socks!” from family, friends and strangers alike. I know they mean well but after a while, it irks me. I would explain the falling-sock phenomenon but their look of disapproval did not disappear. And off I would go to grab another pair of socks.

With The Big O I usually made the effort to put socks on his feet each day, but by midday the socks were gone. With the Large S I've saved myself the effort and rarely put socks on his feet at all--unless we are going outside or if it is a cold night or if the red socks are clean (there's just something about a baby in red socks that makes me smile and giggle).

I suspect the reason that socks do not stay on my babies' feet is that my children have large feet and/or baby sock makers have yet to create a sock that will actually stay on the baby foot.

Until now.

The Large S has a magic sock. Just one, but magic nonetheless.

I think this sock has been on his foot since Sunday night. Or maybe since Monday morn.

Just so you know, he start off with a matching pair. But at some point the mate to this magic sock slipped off or got pulled off. But not this one, this one has stayed on. There must be magic woven into this cloth.

I think I am going to see how long this magic lasts.

If you see Large S with just one sock, or mismatched socks, you now know why.

Rubber Ducky You're the One

Recently I met a girl, a toddler, who's afraid of rubber duckies. Any kind: big, small, pirate, hippy, leprechaun--no disguise donned by the rubber ducky can fool her. She is terrified by them all.

I witnessed her fear at a kiddie pool party I attended with Large S and Big O. There were rubber duckies in the pool; she refused to go in. After the ducks were removed she went in the pool and played happily with the other children.

During the play, some of the duckies made their way back into the pool. She turned around. She saw duckies. A look of fear entered her face; tears and quiet whimpering ensued.

It was funny and sad at the same time.

The adult that belonged to her had no idea where the ducky terror came from.

I wish I knew what makes her so terrified of this classic bath time companion. Because you know that's got to be an interesting story.

11 Months Old

The Large S became 11 months old on the 18th. I took pictures of him today and let me tell you: photographing an 11 month old is hard work. They do not sit still. Ever!

They are continually on the move, looking for the next thing to put in their mouth to learn more about the world they live in.

I mostly ended up with pictures of him crawling away from me, or a leg, or an arm or some other body part as he crawled out of frame. It was frustrating.

Still, I think the pictures of his legs and arms are pretty cute.

Happy 11 months Large S!

Geyser

I saw this commercial for the first time the other night and it made me scream/laugh out loud.

Just so you know, I have two boys--that will help you understand why it made me laugh so much my stomach hurt.

Mother’s Day 2008

I had a very lovely Mother’s Day.

First I got new earrings, picked out by The Big O.



He chose them because they were purple. I wore them to Church and Theric dressed in all purple so he would match them--he even wore purple pants! The only non-purple items he wore were his belt and his shoes. I wish I had taken a picture to show you.

Next, a flower assembled and colored by The Big O in Primary.



Then a beautiful arrangement of flowers picked by the Big O and Theric from the flowers growing in our yard.



I didn't know our yard contained such a wide variety of pretty flowers!

The flowers were arranged in a set of vintage Bascal cups and one pitcher that match the few I already had. Now my collection is rounded out nicely.



And finally this book.



Which The Big O said he wanted to give to me because he thought it might scare me. I’m not quite sure what to think about this--why would a child want to scare their mother? What have I done to warp him so?

The Large S grew me this rose.



It’s quite lovely and smells nice too.



Thank you family! I love you too.

Quiz Time!

Take it here.

I desire...

organization

cleanliness

simplicity

but I can not seem to get these things.

It is hard when you own so much stuff.

It is hard when you live with a person who thinks nothing should be thrown away. Who has to consider carefully each piece of paper that his hand has ever touched, before letting it go into the recycling bin. Who thinks any printed matter has great worth, even when he already has read it and knows he does not like it and will likely not read it again.

It is hard when you have offspring. They come with a lot of accessories. Then they begin to acquire, collect and create their own stuff.

It is hard when you are the only one in your realm who wants to achieve these states. When you are the only one willing to release the stuff. To throw the things off the slowly sinking barge, in an effort to keep it and its inhabitants from drowning in the waves of things.

(originally written 7/12/07)