I made homemade applesauce this morning. I would classify it as “very delicious.”

I don’t get to see him sleeping very often now. When he was a baby it seemed he slept all the time. On me, on his dad, in the car, on our bed. I was enamored of his newness, how delicate he was, the softness of his skin. I loved how he suckled in his sleep, his little mouth moving back and forth.

Now he’s a boy. His arms and legs are covered with bruises. He runs and jumps and crashes all day and his sleep is deep and heavy. He flails in his sleep and it doesn’t wake him.

Yet there is still a delicacy. The curl in his hair, the eyelashes on his cheek, his rosebud mouth. At night when I check on him, his hair is luminous in the darkness and it makes me ache with love for him. I wonder if I gave birth to an angel, something other-worldly. Something that is pure goodness.

I made these pretty pink cupcakes for our bbq last week.

Don’t you just want to take a big chomp out of that?

Last Sunday, Zach and I had a big bbq. Normally, I don’t like to bbq all that much, but we got all the food off the grill when it was still light out, so that put me in a good party mood. We had lots of old friends over: Manny and Allison, Paul and Tressa, Tjames and Robyn, Adam, and Evan and Maj (who flew in from Montreal just for our party). Our new friends, Beate and Randolf, from around the corner stopped by too, as did Zach’s brother, Charlie. Totally fun and a good time was had by all. Check out the pictures over at Flickr (you might need to register for an account and become my friend to see the photos):

Big Baby Party

A week or so ago I went to paint pottery with some friends from work. Here’s what I made:

The Copley family, rendered in Aquadoodle.

I feel it captures our essence….