Woodland Antics

Today I'm going to see my favorite doctor of all time. There was an instant connection with her and the fact that she delivered both of our children doesn't hurt. Here's pictures from those precious times. Reed Alexander Fiona Grace Nassiraee Looking at these pictures reminds me of the quiet moments at dawn, starring at these beautiful faces and dreaming. Wondering,what will you look like? What will your personality be like? Newborns are a complete mystery, perhaps that's part of the magic, you love them even though you have no idea who they are. Like their baggy knees,time has smoothed out many of the mysteries. I can look at them and have an idea of what they will look like as an adult. I know Fiona is a bit of a boss and Reed has a dry sense of humor. I adored them as infants, but I prefer them as toddlers. There is now a balance of wondering what is to come and a sense of who they are. As for the baggy knees,they will be forever missed. XXOO

--> “So, what did you do in school today dude?” This is my go to question when Reed returns from his adventure away from home four days a week. His response is limited to two categories. The first is, No Response. The second, a Nonsense Response, like, “I want to crash the new car into the bus… that’s silly Reed” Onto plan B: Inspection of his shirt. I’ll notice orange paint smeared across the front of it. “So, did you paint an orange pumpkin at school?” A snip out of his shirt, “Did you cut with scissors today?” Reed’s typical answer to such questions is an energized” Yes!” And that’s all he has to say about that. Last Thursday Reed had his spare shirt on when he jumped off the bus. “Buddy, what happened to your shirt?” He grinned his little half grin, “It’s wet.” Sure enough, there was his damp shirt in a plastic bag stuffed into his backpack. We were on a roll so I probed a little more, “How’d it get wet?” Reed giggled and said “I fell in the toilet”. ...

The first couple years of having two children I cursed myself daily for having them so close together. My heart could not comprehend the feelings it would have at moments like this. To my two love bugs....may there always be a green path ahead of you and may you always walk hand in hand.