I have come to accept that my idea of beauty has been redefined and refined by having kids. Some little person thought our tiny Mary garden would look much better with a car parked in the midst of it. I've accepted that the flashy red retro car does somehow coordinate with the bright pink roses.
And I'll revisit my obsession with kids sleeping. The next picture is one I shot of Gabe passed out again but this time on the couch. If you'll look closely he's actually clinging to a slotted spoon thing from the kitchen. If you're a conspiracy theorist like my cousin Jason, you'll assume that I wacked him with it to get him to sleep! Gabe went through a phase of needing to grasp any large kitchen utensil and bring it with him everywhere...I mean everywhere. To the point that when we took a weekend trip to the beach last Fall he sauntered down the boardwalk with a large stainless steel soup ladle dragging along the wooden panels. He certainly caused some heads to turn and many grins. But here in this shot it's Mommy who's grinning from behind the lense because my angel is napping. A real moment of beauty.
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Hilarious! I think the car parked in front of Mary is timely for me - Zac got his license today and I have implored the heavens for angels and Mary to be around his car!
Thanks Jacqueline! I had to chuckle because you are in a place I am dreading some day- the day John Paul wants to drive. Oh boy- you'll probably find me locked in my room praying every novena I can find! Well maybe it won't be that drastic- but I am definitely a paranoid Mommy- my poor boys.
I know Mary approves! she has a soft spot for her sons like you do Cal!
I love the slotted spoon/kitchen utensil-attachment-phase story. It's so fabulous that you're recording all of this while they're little, because they really do change so quickly, and it becomes hard to remember these quirky little things about them. And the quirky things are hysterical!
Cathy
It's taken me a while to comment on your posts, but I love the ones of the kids sleeping.
It has always amazed me how incredibly dear my children are to my heart when I'm watching them sleep. In trying to delve into the psychology of my own thought process (a scary prospect, indeed), I wonder if part of it is their vulnerability that is so evident while they sleep. I actually think the larger part though, is my own awareness of my shortcomings in loving them with a perfect love, that somehow seem to bubble to the surface of my thoughts as I gaze at their angelic little sleeping faces.
No matter what the reason, it is pretty neat how universal that overwhelming sense of love that is aroused in parents watching their little ones sleep.
And the snippets about Gabe's obsession with kitchen utensils is fantastic! That's the kind of family lore that all of your children will LOVE to laugh about when they get a bit older.
Love you,
Teresa
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