As a woman who thrives on lists, detail, and organization, it’s can truly be a challenge for me that the ‘busy-ness’ of our lives isn’t always very consistent. Depending on what time of the month it is will dictate how much I’ll get to see my husband (such is life when your life is church work, no?). It seems that lately, we’ve been go go go and, boy, have I been feeling it. Do you know what I’m talking about? When I “feel it”, the “it” feels frazzled, disjointed, and stressful and to be honest, makes for a less-than-pleasant or patient me.
Thankfully, however, we’ve recently had an unexpectedly large amount of family time and I LOVE it! Last Saturday Brent, Gavin, and I took a mini-getaway to the Oregon coast and spent the day in Florence. It was such a beautiful day… but you’re just going to have to take my word for it because I forgot my camera. (Shame!) We’re learning that Gavin has no fear when it comes to water and immediately took off for the shore. Silly boy must think that the waves in the ocean are friendly like the waves in our local wave pool. Needless to say, when the kid’s old enough for swim lessons he’ll be the first in his age group to enroll! We ended the day with clam chowder and fish and chips at Moe’s, a local coast must-visit, and a calm ride home at sunset. Then on Thursday, Brent and I took the day off from work to take care of some office things and then spent the afternoon snowboarding. I threw the makings of a delicious chicken tortilla soup in my slow cooker and brought the whole thing over to my in-laws’ for a spontaneous family dinner. This unplanned family week has been so completely refreshing and came just when I needed it most. Don’t you love it when the timing of things works out just so?
In baby land…
Gavin’s getting steadier and steadier on his feet these days. Yesterday he started working on going from sitting to standing in one smooth motion without holding onto anything for balance. His determination is the cutest thing to see! My little man is growing and with each accomplishment comes my pride… and not too far behind is just a tiny twinge of sadness. This is my baby! This toddling, chattering, mimic-ing little monkey was a tiny, roly-poly chunk of baby just yesterday! Sigh.
New Gavin words:
Bubba (that’s what we call him). Too, too cute to see him pat his chest and proclaim, “Bubba!”
“Daddy!” combined with his toddling legs and his arms thrown in the air for a scoop and hug? Heart. Melting.