I know having a cat is not the same as a child but. . .

| May 26, 2009

. . . sometimes I am really struck by how much we and our cats depend on one another.  For example, Muffin and I get along just fine now. I can feed him, pet him, and he will even sit on me sometimes for a bit. However, he is clearly Pam’s cat. He sleeps with her every night and sits with her whenever she is on the couch. I watch him when I work from home sometimes and he just spends all day waiting for Pam to come home.

Today I noticed that he sat on this stool around the time Pam normally comes home:

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He stayed there, staring out the window until she did. He didn’t move, flinch, scratch, or lick anything. I took this picture of him a full *30* minutes later:

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Only when he saw her walk by the window did he sprint for the door.

New tunes for Sam

| May 26, 2009

We were pretty busy this weekend between our hike and going to the pool but we did play some more music for Sam. We played one of the first Blue Note recordings I ever listened to for her, Kenny Burrell “Midnight Blue.” Bebop music from the 1950’s and 60’s is a favorite of mine and I have a pretty large collection of Blue Note and other recordings from the time on CD. I wish I had them all on vinyl but both the originals and quality reissues are very expensive so I am just cherry picking some of my favorites such as “Midnight Blue”.

We also played another Ella record for her, “Ella Fitzgerald Sings the Harold Arlen Songbook.” The vinyl reissue of this recording really sounds fantastic.

Memorial Day Hike

| May 25, 2009

One of my favorite activities is getting out into the woods for a hike. Pam likes it too sometimes, unless it is too hot. Or too cold. Or too, well you get the idea 🙂

Today we went for a nice hike in the local Rose Tree park. It’s not very big but it has a cool little trail and nice open spaces. There are always a lot of families there picnicking and we look forward to taking little Sam there next spring.  Here is what the trail looks like:

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Here we are in our hiking regalia:

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We had a nice snack at this lovely little bench in the middle of  quiet sunny field:

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And we finished up with a photo of the Mom-to-be in a field of spring flowers:

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Sam’s first day at the pool

| May 23, 2009

Today we took Sam to the pool for the first time.  Not that she had much choice, as I went to the pool and she sort of has to go where ever I go : )  Mark and I joined for the first time this year because we figured it would help cool me off in the dead of summer (everyone keeps warning me that I am going to be dying in the heat) and besides, we aren’t taking an actual vacation away this year.  We did have a lot of fun, despite the water still being a little cold. 

We took a little walk around and starting talking about how this would probably be the first of many years of pool membership.  There were a bunch of families with kids, and there is a really adorable baby pool that has about a foot of water in it!  Mark is ready to have Sam in the baby pool next year getting her ready for her first swimming lessons (hopefully, she will be able to swim long before her mommy, who still can’t swim — but I will learn, I swear!)

It is crazy though — I never really feel like I notice my extra weight. I guess you get used to carrying it around.  But after being “weightless” in the pool for a while, when I got out, I really felt it!  Thankfully, the feeling went away quickly and I got used to myself again.  But it was a strange feeling for that little while.

And, sorry if you were looking for any, no bathing suit pics! (Maybe when I get a bit of a tan…..)

When is this going to seem really “real”?

| May 20, 2009

So often, as now, I am sitting here trying to concentrate on something, anything, work, tv, my book, etc. and Sam starts kicking away.  It’s like she’s trying to remind me that she exists, and to stop working so hard on whatever else it is that I am doing and pay attention to her. I have to admit, sometimes it is easy to forget she is there, despite my growing middle.  I think I still have a hard time believing that she DOES exist, because Mark and I fought so long to get where we are today.  I do feel like I am dreaming, sometimes….

But it is good that Sam reminds me she is there, because every time I feel her move, I am reminded of just how incredibly lucky we are.  I never thought I’d be here, and I know Mark didn’t think we would be either.  Knowing that someday we will have a child that we can look at and see our faces, and the faces of the family that we love, seemed a dream that would never come true.  But here we are.

So Sam, keep on kicking, and twirling, and spinning, and anything else you want to do in there!  Keep reminding me of how incredibly, remarkably privileged I am to be able to carry you around, and to be your mom.  Because sometimes I do forget, even if it’s for a minute.  Other things become priorities, stupid things, like work and chores, and that just won’t do.