been wanting to do this for awhile…
would like to have a pic of her in my wedding dress every year.
so, a little late, but here’s my girl in mommy’s dress at one year old:

…and the dress was so huge, there’s no way i could have gotten the entire thing in without her swimming like a widdle tiny fish in it…no, not even fish…plankton.

…and i love how she looks like she’s smoothing out the satin in this one.

…so, how cool would it be for her wedding someday to send this out as a save-the-date-card?
oh, for peter’s sake…i’m planning her wedding and she’s one. i’ll stop.

…enjoying the it’s only-gotten-better-since-that-day-of-wedded-bliss things. ~k

we had a very busy saturday this weekend, but sunday we managed to have a wonderful home day after a sermon at church on realizing what is important during these difficult times–namely family. yup, we started going to church again–a real church, not just our church of the holy beach. and, although i must admit dressing up a little baby in dresses and tights and bloomers and patent leather maryjanes and hearing all the old people ooh and aah behind us is reason enough to go (of course i’m kidding…okay, half-kidding), we’re going because it feels good. maybe that’s a selfish reason to go, but at least we’re there. and it feels good.

home day continued with watching the boys play tackle football with the neighbor kids outside and then making a big mess of the kitchen in baking halloween sugar cookies. (i like to milk any opportunity to make sugar cookies…almost cut the dough into mayflower ships and called them columbus day cookies today…but no.)

and then today, i made an accidental discovery…that hiding a lime in the camouflauge green grass and setting her out on a hunt to find it is hysterically entertaining…for both of us. she wanted to do it over and over.

and then she was happy as pie to just walk with this lime. like it was her best friend. (a similar event happens in the grocery store when i give her a sweet potato).

stress not, my dear wall street…look at the girl with the limes…she’s just…happy.

i read this today and it inspired me to no end. this woman took the words out of my heart and slapped them on her blog.

and so i’ve been pondering if i’ve yet found the thing that makes me cry “how magnificent!”. for a brief moment i thought i don’t know if there’s anything that i’m so attached to as to be called my life’s work (excepting my loved ones). but i corrected myself quickly because i do know that feeling well, that excitment is felt by me in my many hobbies and interests…

yes, it thrills me to no end to just be home and be creative, and while i know there are great things being done in that big wide world out there, there are great things happening in our little home too…and they make up part of that bigger greatness.

…but i kinda disagree with the laundry thing.

lastly…target unveiled the christmas prequel…one lone aisle bedecked with tinsel, twinkly lights and crappy christmas tchotchke.

and while most guffaw at the premature sight of christmas madness, i am…
…inspired. excited. happily anticipating my favorite season. october’s just the beginning of it all. the next several weeks, my life’s mission is to cozify our home and plan just how i am going to imprint beautiful traditions of home and family and holiday splendor into the little hearts of little hamptons.

drooling at the site of this:

okay…not to get ahead of myself.

hoping for a good night tonight. she’s been waking up and, to make a long story short, i’ve let her get into some pretty bad habits of coming to bed with us in the middle of the night. we both love it but, being that her little jammied feet are entangling brett’s neck more and more and that he has to be somewhat rested to perform at work, we’re having to break the habits. she woke up last night, i rocked her for a half hour, put her in her crib and then listened to her cry for another forty minutes while i laid on the hallway floor, head in my pillow crying with her. it was awful and, while everyone tells you that it’s the right thing to do and that you’ll feel like a victor in the morning…it’s a crock. even after she fell asleep, i felt horrible and still do now. but i don’t think there’s anyway around it.

oh, for goodness sake…wrapping it up.

leaving you with my little heaven….

…enjoying the blessed things. ~k