on the mend

a challenging week seems to be looking up with handsomes on the mend. not that i have to be so optimistic. we've had a tough last few days that began with that feverish little guy i mentioned in the last post and what came of the fever, a sickness usually in kids ages 1-5 that causes sores on the hands, feet, and mouth. the boy was a trooper with a couple of hard days and kicking nights, but he's much better now. and somehow it seems that joseph and i really bonded during our week+ at home, evidence of God's grace in the midst of the craziness for sure.

toward the end of joseph's sick week, jeremy camehome early from work, met by my exclamation/realization, "dada's home early! yay! oh..wait. oh no." after a few days of sleeping, medicine, allergic reaction to medicine, better medicine, and more resting, we now have popcorn-a-popping and a movie for tonight, so i'd say he's feeling at least a little better, too.

in other news, i baked scones for the first time. if you have never baked scones, or even if you have i suppose, i suggest this recipe. it took me from oh-i-could-never to oh-i-should-probably-purchase-cool-canisters-for-all-of-the-baking-i'm-going-to-do-from-now-on in about 45 minutes. so good. jeremy ate one and promptly fell asleep. success.

also other news, our little babe is in his (big-time boy vibes these days)third and final trimester. and moving so much! it's crazy to think about this little person and in a way, maybe i've said this on here before.. sorry, so much more tangible to envision a baby coming from all this pregnancy. is that weird? maybe because i've seen that a real-life new-smelling baby named joseph was born a few months after the last time i remember feeling like this. and by feeling like this i might mean feeling like the tell-tale pregnant walk is taking over again.. oh, boy. or girl.

final news, um... my son speaks in sentences. and i can understand them. this is so so so much fun. i love that he will run into kitchen from his room, exclaim "something-something-something-tall-garbage-truck-guy-fall-down-see-mama!" and i'll follow him into his room to find the lego guy has in fact fallen out of the big garbage truck. he gets an almost unnoticeable smile on his face when we communicate really effectively and i suspect it's as much fun for him as it is for me. probably more because i've been talking to him for quite some time.

how was your week?

my home feels still

i'm enjoying a quiet day around our home with sweet boy recovering from a feverish night and morning. it's funny how i feel almost as if i have to give in to these kind of days, and once i do, the normalcy of unloading the dishwasher, playing with trains, preparing and eating lunch, even (gasp) folding laundry becomes pretty enjoyable. also, this morning's addition of a mama-initiated finding nemo date wasn't too bad for on-the-mend joseph or me. :)

here's what we've been up to the rest of the week:


[father's day ice cream -- free ice cream for dada after a really odd request for a receipt by the cashier when we asked if the father's day deal was still happening.. like a receipt proving joseph is his son? somehow we still managed to get the no-charge cup of bourbon ball ice cream without this mysterious receipt.]


[big-tall-fast-swinging at the park grammie dawn discovered just at the end of our street -- joseph describes a lot of things (garbage truck, quesadilla slice, lego tower, etc.) with "big-tall" these days.]


[two of my first-draft creations -- i've found myself spending a lot of (too much?) time on very little things, namely tiny pieces of fabric cut into intricate shapes and sewn onto paper in little getting-more-even-with-practice stiches. so far, quite unsustainable greeting cards businesswise, but quite enjoyable pasttime wise.]

also, what i did and what i thought about while doing it attempt #1 -- i discovered that all but two of my son's shirts are red or blue or a combination of these shades while folding laundry this afternoon and then remembered being told during my freshman year of college by a guy on my floor that he knew me as red-tshirt girl. i suppose this makes joseph red-blue-or-both-tshirt boy. :)

i hope you're enjoying your tuesday!

happy father's day, dada.

love,
joseph bourne & mama

morning mulching

i'd write more, but i have an in-development project that i'm really (really) excited about, so tuesday hour is going to be spent developing this in-development project to further development. :)

i do, however, want to share a story of playgroup adventure from earlier today. joseph's been pretty into mulch for some time -- once i caught jeremy and joseph putting pretend mulch on a little car ramp for the lego guys to slide into -- but this morning was his ultimate in mulching. he and ian were playing in what i hadn't noticed until today is a pretend car at the playground, and i looked over just in time to see joseph release two giant handfuls of mulch onto his head, into his face & ears & nose, and down to the sticky scalp with the pieces of mulch that didn't stick falling onto the rest of him and into his shoes. when he looked up, his face was almost completely brown with mulch residue. i should have taken a picture of that moment, but at the time, removing mulch from his eyeballs took priority. i tried to shake as much off of him as possible and took him to the bathroom to splash water on his dirt-caked face, but he was pretty mulchy until his post-playground bath. these are the feet of this mulch-covered and mulch-celebrating boy right before mulch-removal:



and here's his exhausted in a good way about to fall asleep in the bathtub face watching the tub fill up:



the kid likes mulch.

happy tuesday!