Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Through his eyes

The Teacher

Walk slowly, little one, and let me walk beside you,
as you see the wonders you will see.
And I will try to see them through your eyes...
eyes still fresh and beauty seeking;
eyes that do not hide behind the dimming veil of ugliness.

Tell me what you see when birds fly by...
when buds of green appear on April's trees.
Tell me about the ripples on the pond,
and the colors of the flowers.

There is so much I need to know;
so much I have forgotten
I remember only how to look.
I do not remember how to see.
So let me walk along with you
and share the world you know.
I will be the learner.
You will be the teacher.

This poem is from Jim Metcalf's In Some Quiet Place.  He is  a favorite poet of my family who worked in New Orleans. He is a beautiful writer.  Davis, like many children I assume, find such joy in everday moments and things. Things we take for granted. In this picture, he may have been watching the birds, the trees in the wind, or the pool man skimming ;-).  I love to capture these moments. You can see him learning and at the same time he teaches us and reminds us to slow down and appreciate. 

Monday, June 27, 2011

Arizona summer = Last trip to the Park

Davis loves the neighborhood park and as he's grown his enjoyment of the park has too.  Unfortunately the Arizona heat, although much more tolerable than the Louisiana heat, is intolerable for me.  Because of my sling, I often wear a short sleeve shirt although I would love to be a tank top. Davis doesn't seem to mind the heat although I can not bear to see his hair wet with sweat or his cheeks all red. I believe this was our last trip to the park for awhile. We are leaving for California in a few weeks and will enjoy the current 40 degrees cooler weather. crazy. We will be sure to spend as much time outside as possible. Until then dear Davis we will have to settle for mall playgrounds - no fun.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Baby Playdate at the Medleys

Davis was enrolled a great music class for babies earlier this Spring.  He loved it. He danced, played the drum, shook his shakers and gave the mama a workout as she pranced him around the room. The class was small and we were able to meet some great babies and their mamas. Davis and I hosted a playdate. It was strategically scheduled between naps to the best of our ability. We had a quick lunch ourselves and tried to control the chaos. I attempted to snap a few photos but most are a blur as they are 'a movin'.  Although most are not in focus its great to see everyone's expression in the background and such. You will notice Davis' new milestone of climbing. Thank you Claudia for rescuing him as I was trying to snap away. All the babies are a few months apart. It will be fun to watch them all grow up. Thanks girls for traveling up this way. Hope to do it again soon.

Bryce trying out the walker wagon. Highly recommend it. 
Davis was trying to touch Claudia's beautiful hair clip.

Bryce and Brydie.

Makena taking off. 

He's thinking about trouble.



Cute boys

Bryce is holding the bridge. 

Makena and Leonardo. I can't help but comment on his feet - seriously just like Davis' hobbit feet.

Sweet Makena putting up with all the boys

Kristy and Makena.

Group shot and Davis on the drum. Love Leonardo's face.

Thank you Claudia. He gets this from his father or maybe his auntie allyson.

Someone wants the camera...
Makena playing so sweetly. 
The end.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The view from up here...

is pretty good.

 Just a Tuesday morning, but always full of life. No bobcats this morning to report.



Monday, June 20, 2011


Skinny dipping with Dad on a Sunday afternoon.

The house was way too quiet so I knew the boys were up to no good.
 I walked outside and found the evidence. 

Davis' face: "what mom?"

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Fathers Day!

A special day for Andrew as he celebrates his second father's day. I think his first last year was a blur. Andrew, I am so thankful for your presence in my life and now our son's. He adores you, even more so, that mom is on the injured list. I love seeing you play together, rolling around on the carpet, dancing as you play the drum and hearing your conversations with him. What a gift a loving father is.

And to my dad, across the miles. A daughter could not ask for more. Thank you for being a constant presence in my life. You are so much to this family and we are all grateful. 

Much love to my favorite dads and Gran too!