Isla: (looking at stars tonight) Okay mama, you wish on that dull star and I'll wish on that bright one because I REALLY need this wish and everyone knows the brighter ones make the wishes come true faster. (then proceeds to do a very elaborate wishing dance/prayer thing)
Isla: (while getting out of the van) I can't wait until I'm a grown up so I can sit up in one of these seats. (taps the drivers seat)
Stellan: (eating) Well, I'll try the vegetables because I'm like Stegosaurus. And he eats plants.
Stellan: Mom! Another human came up to dad and gave us cookies! (it was our neighbor)
Wolf: not really saying much, but REALLY likes the Beastie Boys and raises his hands and yells "Party!" during Fight for your Right.
Isla and I flew up to New Jersey this past weekend to visit my dear friend from college. We had fun hanging out in her new (old) house and playing with her kids and Isla loved snuggling her adorable fluffy cats. On Sunday, we took our girls to be photographed by Meg Bitton (dream come true for me!) and it was wonderful. Meg's photos are flawless and the thing I love most about her work is that her subjects are so perfectly captured. Her images of Isla will be cherished by me forever. I must say, Isla was on her A-game that day. She was sweet, respectful, a good listener and a perfect model. I was so proud of her and the wonderful young girl she is becoming.
After our sessions we went into the city for the afternoon and evening and Isla loved taking the train, eating in an outdoor cafe and playing in Central Park. The highlight, to her I think as she drew a picture of it at school the next day, was seeing the Empire State Building all lit up at night. New York is a wonderful city and love visiting. Even more, I love that hanging out with my oldest friends still feels as natural and easy and fun as it did twenty years ago.
Here's to many more New York trips with my girl. I love you Isla, I hope when you see these photos in years to come you will always be reminded of how special you are.
Alas, Week 36!
I hope you all realize this blog is just for me now. Right Catherine? Right. *tumbleweeds...
Sometimes I think about writing my feelings here. My thoughts on the Syrian Refugee crisis, my insecurities as a middle aged woman, depression, happiness, therapy, haircuts, clothing labels I like, my fears as my children get older and more independent, skin care products that I think work and those that don't, the commoditization of people's families on Instagram and the absurdity of social media, yet the importance of it as well...feelings of listlessness as my children get older and I start to think about "what am I doing now?" "Who am I?" - what, what?
Whatever. Here's some pictures.
I got nothing this week! (at least nothing with my big camera) It was back to school so it was basically just phone pics.
Alas, allow me to direct you to my instagram:
A photo posted by Catherine (@catters) on Aug 24, 2015 at 7:43am PDT
“when i have said my evening prayer,
and my clothes are folded on my chair,
mama and papa switch off the light,
i'll still be seven years old tonight.
but from the very break of day,
before the children rise and play,
before the darkness turns to gold,
tomorrow i'll be eight years old…
eight kisses when i wake,
eight candles on my cake.
a goodnight kiss for the seven year old
to send him to sleep and to dreaming.
and blessings to the eight year old
who'll climb out of bed in the morning.”
from the birthday book
like I said, pretty relaxed baby...
Just can't believe my little boy will be 8 years old tomorrow. I remember everything about his pregnancy like it was yesterday. His first year, I would say, was the happiest year of my life. I had mothering one little baby down no problem! The sleeplessness didn't bother me really that much. Nursing was lovely. Easy easy days nursing and napping and the reading! (Oh my, I got so much reading done in those first few months).
Ronan was such an easy going baby. Nursed well, took a bottle, took a paci, walked early, talked early, sang songs, cuddled, had a head full of fluffy black hair that made him look so adorable. The same sweet grin he flashes today, just smaller.
I always tell people that Ronan is the best oldest child you could ever ask for. He is mostly easy going. He is caring and kind almost all of the time with others. He has always had this sort of innate sensitivity regarding other people. He doesn't point out differences in people's appearances, call people names, act rudely (usually ;) ) or seek to put himself first before other people. He helps with his younger siblings and has fun with them. He's actually friends with his sister and loves his younger brothers and I know, as they get older, he'll be friends with them as well. Sure, he makes mistakes, he's still such a young kid, but I'm really proud of the person he is and the older child he is becoming.
I love you sweet Ro. You're the best. I'll miss you being little, but I love watching you grow.