Home again home again

Here we are, home again.  Part of me wants to recount, day by day, Perrin's Summer Tour 2013 to you because each day of it was wonderful and magical--in big heavy handed ways and tiny ways.  But for some reason I think that would be a little sad for me, not to mention tedious to read. It is hard to switch gears in your heart and head from full family immersion back to family of three life.  I feel back in the stride of things now though, after one weepy--I miss my family why would we ever stay so far away from all of them I love love them--day.

The gist of the whole trip was introducing Perrin to our families.  It was indescribably FULL feeling to see them together.  It felt so right to see her with her extended family that it begs the question, Is it wrong to keep her away from them?  This is not a reasonable question to ask oneself I have decided.  

 

There was a moment on our trip while we were staying at my parent's house that Perrin had woken up in the night crying.  It was about 2:30am and I found myself standing in my childhood bedroom holding my daughter to me while I rocked back and forth, staring up at the glowing star stickers on the ceiling that I had placed there years ago.  I still don't know what that moment meant, but it was captured in my mind like a snap shot.  It made me feel a million miles away from my childhood self, my Martinsville self, but it was also a beautiful full circle moment. 

We got a special kick out of seeing Perrin with her cousin Solaris for the first time.  Since they are just months apart in age, we couldn't wait to see how they would react to each other.  After an initial bonk on the head with a snack cup, Sol took to Perrin pretty darn well I would say.  She even feed Perrin her own pumpernickel rye slice.

 They were darling together.  We miss you sweet Sol!  Perrin also got to meet her cousin Brendan and a few second cousins.  Everyone loved everyone.  It was a big hippie fest.

 

By the way, Perrin just turned 1 this past week. Happy birthday to my girl.  Here she is with her new piano from Aunt Tara and Uncle Jeff.  I love this picture as she is playing the piano just like Tori Amos.

 

 

Gone...and gone some more

Sorry for the long silence.  We have been preparing for our trip back home and there have been so many little things to plan.  We are leaving at 6am tomorrow morning to fly into IN...Let's hope Perrin proves to be a good little nomad. 

We will be gone for 11 days so the radio silence will continue unfortunately.  Here are some recent Perrin shots to serve as substitute for an actually thought out blog post.  Enjoy!  I will write a proper post when we get back from our trip...seriously, I will.

Home from Coldwater

Well, I am back home from the lake in old Clarksville. Simon didn't throw up on the ride home from my parent's house last night so it really set a positive tone for our home coming. (This is noteworthy because he did throw up on the way to their house.)

Joseph and I had a wonderful time in Michigan, as we do every year. There were two additions this year however. Patrick Burke was there for the first time and well, he won me over. He was a good baby which means he let me hold him with out going to the bathroom or spitting up, much. It feels good to connect with a tiny person by holding them; it is the only way to communicate, by touch. Here, Melissa is holding him and he looks like a great cat sleeping in a tree. I am holding him in the other pic.


This is the fruit pizza my mom, Joseph and I made. The picture looks like wall paper in Willy Wonka's factory that you could lick and taste the fruits.

Introducing Sarah's birthday puppy. Her proper name is Sparkle Oreo, but Joseph and I have supplemented it for a more regal fitting sound, deeming her Sparkle Jaws Oreo Dyer I (the first). I must say, she was quite a toe nibbler- and I just loved her.

Also, Uncle Jack and Aunt Tammy have gotten kayaks recently and we took those out to Lost Lake. It's a lake that motorized boats can't access because the channel that leads to it is only a few inches deep. This makes it a serene spot where you can catch sightings of some wild life not noticed on the rest of the lake. Joseph and I saw two swans with their baby. As we were paddling out, one of the adult swans flapped across the lake at us saying, "and stay out!" I think. But he was beautiful.
Oh, also we saw a turtle that we slowly paddled toward, so carefully, so gently, so that he would stay above the water where we could see him better. We iiiinched closer. It was a plant. Drat.

Well, I am thinking about going to see a matinee of Transformers this afternoon. Yep, that's right. And you know you want to too. It takes me back to the days when my brother had a transformer toy and I could never make it into whatever it was supposed to transform to. But I could however have my barbie ride on the back of his Heman Battle Cat action figure. She was a little big for a realistic match, but then again, the cat was green with orange stripes and helped to fight evil, so I guess I was willing to let the realism go.