henry adam: 9 months

Month 8 was a wild and crazy ride here!  It was both the most exhausting and scary and awesome four weeks.  That sounds pretty ridiculous but it was.  Our month was divided into two very definitive halves. This first half of the month was consumed by Henry’s epic illness. For twelve days, the poor little man was tremendously sick with an awful stomach bug that left him wiped out and left his parents scared and exhausted as well. When visiting with my friend Skye over coffee, I confided in her that those 12 days were by far the most terrifying of my life to date. Henry just seemed so helpless and depleted and no matter what we did we could not make him better. Rather our job was to keep him comfortable as he battled his way through those harrowing days. No sooner did the sickness subside then we were on a flight to Amsterdam for an 8 day family vacation. And, this was definitely a great way to celebrate the end of Henry’s bug. We had a fantastic time exploring the city and its surrounding towns. It was definitely an adventure traveling abroad with a little baby. Henry did so well rebounding and was incredibly easy-going while we carted him around the city from sun up to sun down. And then before we could blink an eye the month was over and Henry turned 9 months!

This month also saw Henry eating more and more solid foods and a third tooth helps him with his love of eating. He is now a solid food pro and does not enjoy eating purees any longer (those are for babies!). No matter what we are eating, he wants a taste.  From roast chicken to miso soup to beef stew to Dutch waffles to salad and omelets, Henry cannot gobble down enough! He has been great with each new food and eats with gusto. I sometimes wonder how he can pack all of that in. So far there has not been anything that this little boy won’t eat (including lemons). We are now trying to introduce a sippy cup. We have both a sippy with straw from munchkin and a sippy with a spout.  We will see which one he figures out first. Hopefully by next month H will be a pro and interested in drinking some water, especially as we begin to head toward Henry’s 12 month birthday and our nursing weaning.

Mmmmm, Baaaaa, Hmmmm, are just a few of the babbling sounds coming from Henry these days. This has been a turning point month in Henry’s sound repertoire. He laughs when he sees people laughing around him and this is so cute because it feel like he is “in on the joke.” He loves babbling as he crawls around his room, towards the pups, and in your arms. He focuses intently on your mouth while you talk with him and puts his hands of your lips as though he was trying to learn how to replicate the noises. I love this phase so much! I am sure there will come a day when I will miss the quieter times as he talks non-stop but it is SO amazing to witness his language development. His voice is so cute and tiny and also so playful and sweet. And then, on the night before turning 9 months old, Henry said “ma ma”! My heart just exploded when this happened! Hearing his little voice call me “ma ma” for the very first time was amazing. I know I have been a mom this whole time, but it just became even more real hearing my son call me it. Be still my heart!

This month Henry is really into:

  • Pterodactyl shrieks from the back seat of the car. When Henry is strapped into this car seat he makes this sound that conjures up the image of a flying prehistoric beast. He is hilarious and playful and silly and we sort of love it!
  • Reading lots and lots of books throughout the day and before bed. He just cannot get enough. Right now his favorites are the Hungry Catepillar, Pajama Time, Barnyard Dance, and Olivia
  • Cuddling his jellycat bunny from Robin and Heather. This soft little bunny is a new buddy and joins us wherever we go.
  • Making little fists, reaching his arms above his head and growling as if he is saying, “look how strong I am as I flex my muscles.”  This cracks us up every time.
  • Meeting animals like baby ducks and puppies. Amsterdam was full of random animal encounters and Henry enjoyed them all.
  • Sitting in the shopping cart while we grocery shop and run errands. You would think this was the best part of his day the way he gets so excited and smiles and laughs as you push him along.
  • Cuddling. Perhaps this is in response to the epic illness he battled at the beginning of the month but Henry has been SO cuddly this month. He loves to rest his head on your shoulder and give big hugs and sloppy open mouth kisses. I truly love this!!
  • Walking with a gentle assist.  Now that he can pull himself up on anything, he wants to move. He grabs a hold of your hands and just takes off. He is quite well balanced while walking laps around the house, museums, playgrounds, and everywhere his little toes touch the ground. We are all super curious when he will drop the assistance and start toddling about on his own.
  • And, I almost forgot but the little guy is waving too. He waves hello and good bye. He flaps his arm up and down rapidly and smiles and laughs. He is quite proud of his new dexterity!

florida vacation

In mid July David and I were able to fly down to Florida to visit with his brother, sister-in-law, and their littles. Each year around the fourth of July we make our trek down for a long weekend of fun and sun. This year we met our newest little nephew only 14 days old. When we arrived a tropical storm was trailing us, promising to keep us indoors during the visit.  Somehow though, it broke up allowing us all to enjoy the outdoors. We had a picnic at the beach at sunset, went to a cookout in a local park to honor the Navy Reserve, took walks around the block, had a massive water balloon fight, and just soaked up as much time together as possible. It is always so hard to leave on Monday.  I wish I could pick up Florida and place it right next to Massachusetts so that we are only a short drive from one another.


Uncle David meets our newest nephew. They are both rocking the same hairdo.IMG_4329

Just a little beach nap at sunset.


Setting up our camp site. We packed blankets & fried chicken and sat in the sand between sea turtle nests.


Nothing beats this view


Did not done a bathing suit this time, but still had to put my feet in.


The little guy woke up right before it was time to head home. First visit to the beach at just a few days old not to shabby.


Our niece and nephew splashing around in the waves. They are fearless, beautiful, little fish.


A little family portrait?  Gosh do I want us to start a family. Holding little boy really made that desire apparent. Maybe someday…


While we were there, I was reintroduced to ramen noodles and fell in love with that salty, noodle soup


Kid races at the cookout. About to launch off for the potato sack race.


David and his littles

chicago + besties

It had been one year since I last saw my bestie, Kaelin. When I heard that the BlogHer ’13 Conference was in Chicago, I knew it was going to be great to fly in early and spend some much needed time with her before heading into the blogging sessions. And….it was! Laura and I left for Chicago on Tuesday morning and landed in the Windy City. It was like we had just seen Kaelin yesterday. We immediately caught up on life, loves, work, and the everyday. We ate lavishly each day and explored extensively. Kaelin treated us to the best of Chicago and hosted us in her poshly decorated apartment. I was so impressed and had such a good time that it was terribly hard to say goodbye after six days.

There were so many highlights from our Bestie Fest 2013.  We sunburned at the lake, danced on a boat cruise, watched fireworks cascade over the city, took a Segway tour (despite our better judgement), ate multiple desserts per night, drank champagne, listened to free outdoor music, put our feet in a fountain, shopped for random things, laughed, cried, talked all day and night, and just had a smashingly good time.

blogher ’13

I went to Chicago envisioning a certain type of conference experience. As a newbie to blogging, I desperately sought new tips and techniques for enhancing my blog’s look, function, and readership. Days prior to the flight, I read through all of the BlogHer Conference materials, highlighted which sessions I wanted to attend, and looked through the attendee list for bloggers I wanted to meet. The plan, goal and purpose was clear and prepared.



Once at McCormick Place, however, all of these shifted. Walking through the doors of the convention center, I assumed I was flying solo throughout the sessions. Of course, I would mingle, smile, and small talk, but was I really going to build strong connections? I was skeptical and kept my expectations low and my priorities straight a head of me.  Then I walked into the newbie breakfast. It was immediately obvious that the women at this event were vibrant, intelligent, passionate women who were here in fact to make real connections to similarly competent and confident female bloggers. Excitement overtook my previous desires for skills like: search engine optimization and monetizing your email list. I decided then to go with my gut from session to session. Ending up in completely different places then expected, I had a blast. From Instagram Style, to Girls Coding, to how to use social media tools without being a tool, I got a smattering if blogging ideas and along the way connected with some pretty awesome gals.


The session that left the largest impression though was Sheryl Sandberg’s interview on Lean In and the LeanIn.org. In the morning prior to my cup of coffee, I rode the escalator up to the main floor of the convention center. Ahead of me was a woman in a crisp white suit jacket. In my hazy brain I thought, “Gosh that woman is quite peppy for this early and dressed immaculately,” as she leaned over to strike up conversations with those around her. As we disembarked the escalator and made our way to Starbucks, I realized that this friendly woman was Sheryl. She listened with great intention to the women around her and seemed genuinely interested in their personal anecdotes. In the later session, she maintained this presence which was captivating. While some find her message contentious, I found it inspiring. As a young female teacher, I am often confronted with gender bias about my career choice and I see this bias playing out in the halls of the school. Sheryl is accurate when she notes that the major corporations and government positions are filled by men. Case in point, Massachusetts recently elected its first female senator, Elizabeth Warren. While women represent an ever growing number of college graduates, women are still confronted with “or” statements.  Do you want to be a successful business executive OR do you want to be a successful mom? “And” statements seem reserved for men. Society and the media do not often question a man’s ability to run a company and be a father. And here, I am reminded of the documentary MissRepresentation which focuses on “how the media’s misrepresentations of women have led to the underrepresentation of women in positions of power and influence.”

Sheryl’s message isn’t that new.  She believes in women and she is proud of where women are and she shed light on real inequalities that exist between the genders.  And, in this post-feminist world, she is merely asking women to reflect on where they are and to ask themselves, “What would you do if you were not afraid?”  It is quite a difficult question. I might answer it in the following ways:

(1) Live a little. Stop being so worried about what other people will think or how something might be perceived and just do it.

(2) Take more risks at work. Speak up about myself more and believe in my potential.

(3) Engage more authentically with those in power and not shy away from the opportunities to do so.

Sheryl noted in her interview that young girls are often described by parents, teachers, friends, etc. as bossy.  When she asked the crowd, “Who here has ever been called bossy as a young girl?” 90% of the audience raised their hands. Instead she said we need to change our language and mindsets.  Those little girls are not aggressive they are demonstrating “strong executive leadership skills.” Bias runs deep and starts early and what is most important is finding your voice, believing in it, and using it.

When I walked into BlogHer ’13 I thought I would get a quick dirty list of to-dos for my blog, but straying from this goal led me to more deeply reflect on what it means to be a woman and to lean in.



what i read, what i thought

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Each year David and I take a road trip from Boston to Ohio for Christmas and every other year we drive from Boston to Florida for Thanksgiving. While I am not a fan of driving long distances, I seem to always have such a great time with David on these epic trails. We listen to music, play with the pups in the back seat, make stops here and there, eat tons of junk food, and just watch the landscape fly by. Beyond these trips it never dawned on me to take a cross country road trip. To be honest the idea seemed a bit repulsive.  One or two days in the car was fine but did I really want to spend more then that just driving and driving and driving?

After reading Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour by Morgan Matson, I absolutely do!!  The story is told beautifully. Amy and Roger, two relative strangers, need to drive Amy’s family car from California to Connecticut. We learn early on that Amy’s father has died and the remaining family members are transplanting to start fresh out on the East Coast. Throughout the road trip, chapters are interwoven of life three months earlier right before the “accident” that took Amy’s father’s life and changed her family.  Overcome by grief yet overwhelmed by the move, Amy has not had time to process the loss really. This road trip which was planned out by her mother to be quick turns into an adventure as Roger and Amy take a variety of detours. Each brings with them a series of walls that surround them from the outside world. Yet as the trip takes on its twists and turns and lack of gas and crazy times, both Roger and Amy begin to break down these walls, live life, love, and move forward. What makes the book even more appealing are the personal touches sprinkled throughout.  Amy keeps a scrapbook on the trip collecting receipts, playlists, doodles, state mottos, and anecdotes that are hand drawn in the book. It made me feel as though I had somehow joined them by getting a glimpse into their collection of artifacts along the way. You later find out in the author’s notes that Matson had done this exact road trip herself stopping along the way at the characters’ rest stops.

What I liked most about this novel is its touching portrayal of loss. I read this book on the flight down and back from West Palm Beach where David and I visited with his family. And, as I read this on the plane, so many lines truly resonated:

“Tomorrow will be better.”
“But what if it’s not?” I asked.
“Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.”

I blinked them back, hard. I had a feeling that if I let myself start crying, there was a very real possibility I would never stop again.”

“A man on a quest. A Don Quixote searching for his Dulcinea. But keep in mind my good friend, Don Quixote never found his Dulcinea, did he? He did not. There sometimes isn’t much difference between a knight’s quest and a fool’s errand.”

“I’d found out that when you’re never going to see someone again, it’s not the good-bye that matters. What matters is that you’re never going to be able to say anything else to them, and you’re left with an eternal unfinished conversation.”

This last quote about goodbyes resonated with me the most. I dog-eared the page and sat there thinking about why this line about loss was having such an impact. I closed the book not knowing why but liking that it did nonetheless. The next morning, I found out that my grandmother passed away. I did not have the opportunity to say goodbye to her. And I felt the sentiments of this quote rush over me. The loss of my grandmother is painful and raw. Being left with our eternal unfinished conversation is making me feel as though there are not enough tears to express this deepest loss.

ormond & orlando

The perk of being a school teacher = summer vacation!

No sooner did the school year come to a conclusion then I hopped onto a flight to Florida to spend a long weekend visiting with my family in Florida. After a long, tiring, eventful, amazing, challenging, and exciting school year, I was able to decompress on the beach for three days. Ah….such luxury.

We spent most of our time lapping up the sun. It was so much fun watching Avery and Smith experience a number of firsts.  First time in a swimming pool, first time on the beach, and for Avery first time splashing in the waves.  On the first day, she would not even walk on the wet sand as clearly trusting such a thing was scary.  But, by the last day of our vacation, we could not keep her out of the ocean.  She let the waves crash over her legs, sat in a little wading pool, and played and played in the sun. It was precious. Mr. Smith enjoyed himself too and fearlessly floated (with assistance) in the “big” pool.

On the last day as we piled 8 people (including 2 carseats) into a rental minivan on our way back to the Orlando airport we got a crazy idea. Why not postpone our return one day more and spend an afternoon at Epcot! After a few phone calls to our various airlines, we did just that.  While it was brutally hot at a humid 93F, we had a great time. The kids went on all of the rides although the Nemo ride was the favorite and we ate and danced in the German Biergarten. A truly excellent way to kick off summer 2013!