It was a cold week. Nevertheless, I did not want to sit around huddled up at home. I dressed Hinckley appropriately for the cold weather: his regular clothes under a snap-up sleeper with his coat, a hat, mittens, and booties. His mittens only lasted for about one minute before he took them off. So aside from his hands, I don't think he felt the least bit cold as we ran our errands.
"Can't put my arms down!"
It was Greg's birthday on Saturday! He doesn't like parties, so I tried to make it special in other ways. I realized that when it comes to holidays and celebrations most traditions center around food. Food that we can't eat because of our WFPB diet. With that in mind, we did break our diet a little: Greg wanted eclair cake, as is his birthday tradition and there is no way to do that without dairy and sugar.
Eclair Cake = The Best Birthday Dish
The eclair cake felt great for the few moments it was in our mouth, but we paid the price in stomach pain for a few days. Of course, the quantity we ate could have contributed to that as much as anything...In celebration, I also made him breakfast (a rare occurrence). Then, I brought lunch and Jamba Juice to work and ate with him. That night we had yellow curry for dinner. (As you can see, most of the celebration was centered around food despite our dietary restrictions!) I gave him a set of drawing pencils and a shadow box full of his ticket stubs. It was a good birthday!
Greg's Birthday Morning
In other news, we finally got a crib for Hinckley. Up until this point he has been sleeping in his pack 'n play. We decided it was time to make the transition. He is very interested in it because he can hold on to the side rails to help him roll over. And he has already dropped his pacifier out of it like five times. Maybe we should have kept him in the pack 'n play...The crib sure does make his room look better, though!
I can't believe it has only been two months since Hinckley joined our family! It feels like a lot longer than that and he is growing so big way too fast! At his two month check-up today, he weighed 13 lb 12 oz and was 26 1/4 inches long. Apparently he is so tall that he is off the medical charts for his age. Hinckley is such a happy, easy-going baby. He smiles, laughs, and coos a lot. Having him in our family is so fun because he helps us realize the joy of everything once again. He smiles at bright colors or new sounds, enjoys kisses and cuddling, and squeals in delight at seeing nature when we take walks. Yesterday at church it was like he had a rubber neck; for about five minutes he just kept turning back and forth to take it all in--the sights, sounds, and smells. Today he had to get three shots at the doctor's office and even that didn't phase him for long. Oh he screamed and his face got redder than I have ever seen it. I held him and fed him afterwards and then ...
The final product of "make me a match" that I labored over exceedingly. I was actually sort of unhappy with it all not because of the performances of anyone but mainly just the story. We had to write all so quickly and the re-write it time after time and then storyboard it and really break it down. In all this rush I didn't realize till I was actually shooting it that I really didn't care much for the story as a whole and thus my motivation suffered greatly. I don't think I need to tell epic dramatic tales to care about them but I do want to have a strong point and also a specific conflict or issue that is approached and resolved. I am starting a screen writing class tomorrow and possibly I will gain some insights as to how to develop good stories. Ones that I care about. I don't know why I feel so interested in telling stories - particularly in that I haven't felt very confident with the stories I have come up with. It is extremely hard for me to come up ...
It is that time of day when the house is quiet, the table is half covered in pots, pans, and tuber ware with food scattered across. The car isn’t in the garage and the dog lies sleeping on the blue blanket. The sun lies somewhere back there, behind the cloud over those mountains. It makes some nice gold colors on the rocky face of the mountains outside of the window. I guess it is so nice because at this time of year there is a lot of plants and flowers in the back yard so the gold makes it seem sort of dreamlike. Yeah, I’ll do em I guess. Call it being nice or being bored. Does it matter? Approaching the sink I am nipped by the denting smell. The eggshells, scraps of mango, carrot peel, and chunks of tofu drip in my fingers. Oh yes, the trash is under the sink these days. Drip once, drip twice on the floor. The water in the frying pan trembles, shaking the crusty flakes of burnt egg. Yogurt and peanu...
Oh, very good! I hadn't realized he was in a pack-n-play all this time! Thanks for sharing and making us happy!
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