Terasina

We did a test run on our family Halloween costme: Beatnik Family, at a function this weekend. It was especially fun for me and I was giddy the whole time. When we got home, costumes came off and husband and baby started to settle down.

I looked in the mirror. It has been a long time since I played dress up. Beatnik Mommy became an Italian film star circa 1960. I needed that.


































Six months along...

I have been a mother for six long months now. There was a lot I expected to feel that first day, then week...month and it just didn't happen. Something magical happened recently. All those little odds and ends, that little grab bag of emotions and expectations that I had long forgotten, finally arrived. It was thrilling!



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Country Christening














































Our little girl was christened this afternoon. She wore a simple, white, cotton dress. Yesterday, I washed a little white sweater that my Abuelita made for me before I was born, for her to wear in case it was cold.  There was a chill in the air.  Last night, after she went to sleep, I made the meringue for a Pavlova. I whipped cream and cut strawberries all the while rehearsing in my head how I would put it all together the next day.

In Mexico christenings can be big celebrations with fancy dresses, lots of people and food. But today it was just us in a private ceremony and a small family celebration.  I have grown quite fond of the private ceremony. It allows for me to be present, important milestones to be intimate and just more special. I am able to focus only on August and not become distracted by things that will not matter later. A lesson learned from reading and watching the play Our Town.






















After the ceremony, the sun was too warm for sweaters but perfect for picnics and cookouts. We returned home and started preparing for our celebration.  I took some photos of August by the lake, family arrived and we ate and laughed into the evening. A woodsy scent of balsam, sandalwood and some frankincense perfumed the air around August. It was the Holy oils used in the ceremony, lingering. In the future, this scent will bring back August, only five days from turning six months old, and an afternoon spent with those I love, delicious food lovingly prepared by my husband and the Pavlova, the official family dessert.

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Making Noise

Sometimes it is fun to just make some random, ridiculous noise. Just the two of us, under a tree, on a pretty day, in the middle of the afternoon by a quiet lake. Finally, a picnic buddy.



She likes my singing voice!























No one has ever liked my singing or maybe it is that I never have, but that's why I never sang until now. August loves my singing voice and humming, it soothes and calms her.

When I first saw the movie Lost in Translation, the scene where Bob explains to Charlotte what having children is about is my favorite scene in the whole film, and has been for nine years. I thought it was so exquisitely written. I would think about and wonder if it was true, how true was it, if it was, what must that be like, who inspired that scene...

Bob: It gets a whole lot more complicated when you have kids.
Charlotte: That's scary.
Bob: The most terrifying day of your life is the day the first one is born.
Charlotte: Nobody ever tells you that.
Bob: Your life, as you know it... is gone. Never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk... and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.
Charlotte: That's nice.

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Piecemeal

August is now fitting into clothes that were so huge only three months ago.  She is slowly unfolding and revealing to us who she is in little bits and pieces. Simply, exciting!

Fair and Warm























We went to the county fair last Friday and saw goats, cows, chickens, sheep, pigs and rabbits. Many had loving owners who were there sitting with them or nearby. There were carnival rides, games and funnel cake. Both my husband and I don't do well on carnival rides but share a great appreciation for livestock. While I love funnel cake, I just couldn't bring myself to line up for one. The aroma of the warm pastry on a cool evening in autumn was enough to thrill me.

When we arrived the sun was having it's last hour before turning in. The event had just opened for the day. We roamed among no crowds. We didn't stay too long because August was clutching me and seemed afraid. The music was loud.  While strolling the midway, for the last time, hugging the sling that was holding August, I spotted my beautiful husband waiting for me. It was a moment of complete gratitude. The purest I have ever felt.