cool cat errr tiger

For the last month you’ve become a bouncing baby.  Literally.  You bounce on my lap, you bounce on the couch, you bounce on your knees.  So we decided (while Papa and Gigi were here) you needed a bouncer.  Need is perhaps an exaggeration.  And your mama needed one that wasn’t ugly.  Need is definitely an exaggeration here.  So armed with gift cards from some very nice people Papa, Gigi, and I took you to the the big chain toy store for you to try some out.  We dragged those things off their shelf and put you in them.

It took you a minute and a little encouragement to figure out what strange contraption we had put you in but oh boy once you figured it out you were bouncing the springs out of those things.


{{Your cousin H picked these out for you long before you came home.  If you ever decide to be a rock star we now know you will look good doing it.}}



{{This picture has nothing to do with bouncing.  But you were wearing the same shirt in it and I love it.  So let’s pretend it’s here because your bouncing curls. Which really are adorable.}}



{{See, it’s a cute bouncer, right?  You also liked it the best because my baby has excellent taste.}}



{{Just when I think your dimple can’t get any deeper it sinks in some more… taking my heart with it.  Your dimple is a heart thief young man.}}


ordinary wonder

Dear Thane,

I love how my ordinary has changed with your arrival.  Laundry isn’t just a quick run down the stairs to transfer a load anymore.  Now it’s sitting on the floor talking about things that go round while we watch the dryer do its magic.  Dishes aren’t just dishes, now they involve singing and dancing round the kitchen to make you laugh while you watch me from your high chair.  This new ordinary takes a lot longer than the old one, but it has its own kind of magic.

I like how you play on my legs while I sit on the floor folding laundry.


I like your cheeks that are just too adorable.


I like the way you can go from thinking so hard…DSC_0009

…to smiling so big.DSC_0010

I like how your eyes squish together when you laugh….DSC_0016

…and shine when you’re happy.DSC_0018

I love your halo of curls and your chubby hands.DSC_0025edited

I like how you can turn anything into a drum and how your lips purse when you’re concentrating.DSC_0045

I love how we smile at each other when I come back in the room after ducking into the kitchen for a minute.DSC_0036edited

I like getting to know your ever changing expressions and trying to capture them with my camera.DSC_0051

I love you babe.  I’m so lucky to get to be your mummy. DSC_0049


picture post–sleepy sunbeams


{{Today you played with sunbeams, in mom & dad’s room and in the living room.}}


{{You also skipped a nap.  But rather than making your crabby it just made you cuddly. And sleepy.  And you are so cute when you are sleepy.}}


{{I snapped these pictures while you were next to me when we were folding laundry.}}

adoption related seriousness

the kindness of strangers

“How old is your son?”  she asked me.  It was a few weeks ago and my mom and I were walking past the line of people waiting to speak to the pharmacist.  Most of them stared at us.  Just a normal trip to the grocery store for Thane and I.  But she asked that question and my heart jumped a little.  “Your son”, not “the baby”, not “he”, but “your son.”  Just an ordinary question I suppose, between two moms.  I answered her question, she mentioned the age of her son and we moved on.

But I can’t stop thinking about it.

When we became a trans-racial family we became a conspicuous family.  I knew this going into the adoption.  Part of what this means is anywhere, everywhere we go we get stared at.  I call it the double glance.  People glance over, look away, then SNAP – back goes their head to stare at you and stare at Thane and back at you.  And I get it.  I really do.  Besides the trans-racial factor there is the cute-little-baby-who-is-too-adorable factor.  And let’s be honest, this mummy thinks her child is the most-adorable-boy-ever and so I quite concur with the comments about how gorgeous he is, because he is.

I offer photographic proof:

birth announcement march

But back to the double glance.  Some people take it a bit further, like the lady at the Contai*er Store who followed me for several aisles, stopping when I stopped, staring at us until I glanced back then she would pretend to look at whatever was in front of her.  Subtle.  Then there were the cashier at Koh*s who after we walked by called several of the other cashiers over to gawk.  And again, I get it.   He’s cute.  And brown.  I’m not so cute.  And peach.  And there we are. Sometimes it amuses me, sometimes I feel a little panicked, mostly though I try to take it in stride and just smile at people.  And honestly most of them smile back in return.  Others just pretend there were never staring to start with which is both humorous and pathetic.

I use lots of phrases like “thank you for helping Mommy” “this is the cereal Daddy likes”  and “Mommy loves you”.  I’m sure I would have done that anyway, because I like narrating life for Thane and he likes the interaction.  But when people are repeatedly staring I raise my voice a little and use the Mommy word.  And that usually eases some of their curiosity.  And they regain a few basic manners like the knowledge it’s impolite to openly gawk at people.

But that lady at the grocery store didn’t stare, she just acknowledged our relationship and moved on.  And that’s a kindness I’ll remember.

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the park(a)

{{from March 2}}

I had it in my head that Thane’s first trip to the park should be magical.  If it was a children’s book it was going to be illustrated in watercolors with swirling points of light.  The words would be written in a curly font and they would be filled with everything that makes childhood delicious and perfect. I picked a park on the (Lake Washington ) waterfront, you can see the mountains across the way, and the seagulls float lazily along in a cloud-filled sky .  It’s a perfect setting.  It was Gigi and Papa’s last day and it seemed a fitting send-off.

So off the five of us went.  So filled was my head with unicorn dreams that I failed to remember that it was barely March.  In Seattle.  And there was no sun.  Now we had had lots of sun all week so I wasn’t quite as in denial as it might have seemed.

We arrived, bundled the baby up in his adorable new coat from Auntie AB and his too-big hat that makes his cheeks looks especially squishable.  Then I realized this park doesn’t have swings.  What kind of park doesn’t have swings anyway?  But it had a slide.  So we tried that (with N holding him the whole way.)  Nat hated it.  Hated it.  There were a few tears on the part of the bay and lots of guilt on the part of his mommy.

All told we spent about five minutes there and I’ve never seen a baby so happy to be put back in his carseat.


{{“And why exactly can’t we just do this at home like always?”}}

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{{“So, let me get this straight.  A park is a place you go where you wear three times as many clothes as normal and then stand around taking pictures?  How… fun.”}}


{{Still slightly interested here.}}

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{{Right before the tears started.}}