baby mine

i was just on the phone with an old friend and realized that today 
is gavi’s birthday.
six months old for heaven’s sake. already?!

loves:
to watch lukey play outside
to kick his chubby baby feets in the kiddie pool
to have nibbles of baby food
to hear his daddy’s voice
loud rockin’ franti music in the car

hates:
to be by himself
to not be able to reach me while he’s sleeping
that i like to go out to late night concerts
sitting in the bumbo seat
to go to bed at night
…or take a nap

lucas and i were looking through old pictures on the computer
and saw one of me big and pregnant.
“ohhhhh!” he said. “there’s baby gav when he was still in your belly”

six months has happened in a blur.

“michael, michael, where you been?!” -franti

dear michael:
rest, up & get well.

love,
lucas jude & gavin west

“guess we need a cat. named silky.” – lucas jude

we live right next to a big ‘ol empty field. it’s made of dirt and sagebrush. and it’s really hot outside. we were just talking the other day about how it’s probably home to all kinds of crazy creatures.

on monday, early afternoon-ish i got a call from andrey.

“i’ve got some bad news,” he said.
“i saw a mouse in the kitchen this morning.”

apparently he’d seen a mouse in the pantry – chased it through our bedroom where i had been sleeping soundly with gavin and into our bathroom closet. where only a few hours before this phone call i had dug through to find my other gray flip flop. like really DUG through.  he then made the decision to go ahead and leave for work anyways.
and then the decision to not call and let me know until well into our day.

i grabbed my kiddos and left the house. we didn’t come home until andrey was home from work.

later that night we scrubbed this house. every.single. crumb. and by we – i mean andrey. while i stood on a chair and kept a good look out. a totally necessary task.
and set a few traps.

my call to andrey early this morning:
me: ummmm. babe? that trap we have in the laundry room – you know???  the peanut butter is completely gone. seriously! like completely! that beast licked it clean!”
andrey: what?! what the  <<@!#$>>  kind of mouse traps did you buy?
me: what the  <<@!#$>>  kind of mouse are we dealing with here?!

that teeny tiny thing has got me all freaked out. i will NOT be switching over the laundry today. 
that RAT is ferocious!
what do i do?

i want my dad.

i heart snail mail:

  
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i can hardly wait to make a new bloggy-friend
i can hardly wait to package up something pretty for her
i can hardly wait to find something pretty from her waiting for me in my mailbox

sign up here.

so happy you were born

   

we’re lucky to get my dad here for his birthday today.
lucas and i spent the morning getting all the goodies ready.
can’t wait to celebrate him over chocolate cake.
love, lin

“there’s no place like home. there’s no place like home. there’s no place like home” - dorothy

<<this years summer shoes - my version of the ruby slippers>>

friday night lucas had a break-down. we were on day eight of a trip that was supposed to only be four days long. he missed his dad. sobbing. he missed his house. more sobbing. he missed his ice cream truck. sob, sob, couldn’t catch his breath sobbbbbbing. my mom visited us in the yellow bedroom snatched up my crying little gavi-baby so i could snuggle lucas in his heartbreak. once they all quieted down we hustled through the late night hours and packed up the green passat after deciding to leave the broke-down (sob, sob, sniff, sniff) gray passat behind.

we’re home.
finally.

“don’t you know you just…” -eva cassidy

   dear andrey:

1. click on the start menu
2. select itunes
3. over on the left - click on the playlist titled ‘dear andrey’
4. turn the volume up so loud
5. miss me.

thank you for this week. for reminding me how lucky i am… that you belong to me.
see you in a few days.

xoxo,
lindsay ann