Pretty in Pink

Do Not Disturb

So I laid Michael down for a nap a short while ago, and about 10 minutes later, here's what I found when I wet to check on him:

Initially, totally annoyed that I've entered the room...



Then, Maeve feels badly that she gave me such a cold greeting so she tries to pretend she had been napping and is now saying, "Mom? is that you?"



Her reaction to my response of "Maeve, I'm not buying what you're selling."



Maeve, my biggest fan, realizes how hilarious I am and Michael decides to join us in our momemt of glee:

Finger-Lickin' Good

The OTHER Green Monster

You can't have too many projects going on at once as far as Chris is concerned. At least this one had both a starting point and an end point within reach. The mammoth hedge that had lined our driveway leading up to the back door was ripped out by my husband and replaced with beautiful flora so noted below. And doesn't mulch just smell so...mulchilicious?

Make Way for Those Pearly Whites

Yes, we have just this morning, discovered a tooth in Michael's mouth. After repeated attempts by him to swat his warm oatmeal and prunes breakfast out of my hands, I gave up on feeding him. This was immediately followed by a series of barbaric yawps on his part and it was in the middle of one of those yawps that I spotted it. The culprit. A little jagged edge on his bottom gum. Front and center. And just like that, he's a even bigger boy than he was yesterday. Sorry, no photos of the actual tooth yet, but here is a "photo shoot from last week."

The Best Birthday Present

So last Wednesday, I turned 35. Sigh. Somehow, 35 seems worse than 36 might be. I spent the eve of my birthday lying in bed, trying to summarize all of my "accomplishments" over the last 3 decades or so. And my swiss-cheese-like mind would only allow me to come up with a rather short list. But at the tippetty-top of that list are my children and I'm fairly certain that no matter what the next 35 plus years will bring, the top of that list will never change. At about 6 AM on the morning of my birthday, I felt a little person crawl into bed beside me and rest her head on my pillow. I never fully awoke when Maeve snuggled up to me, but her presence gave me immediate peace about who I was and what my birthday would bring. And about 20 minutes later, as I opened my eyes to the day ahead, I found her staring at me, her face only inches away from my own. She gave me a sweet, warm smile and whispered just enough for my ears, and my ears alone, "I love you, Mom."

65 Years And Stronger Than Ever

On Sunday May 10, 2009, while many of your were celebrating Mother's Day, the McNamara Clan was celebrating what I'd like to think is a miracle of sorts. The 65th wedding anniversary of Chris' grandparents, Kay & Bill. Over a yummy dinner, surrounded by family and 1 or 2 extra special friends, Nana & Gramp held Court and allowed us to sit with them, in awe of how they have accomplished such a feat. Ever humble, they spent most of their time that afternoon shifting the attention from themselves and placing it on those around them, including 4 of their great-grandchildren. What can I say about this pair of eternal love birds? I am inspired by their devotion to one-another and encouraged by the knowledge that in some cases, true love does conquer all. Cheers Nana & Gramp!