aaron and theodore

I am an aunt again. Aaron Timothy Jester was born March 2, 2009, at 6 lbs 13 oz at 3:36 pm. He wanted to come out fist first apparently and gave a bit of a struggle. A bit of a pain for mama, but everyone is doing well and he goes home tomorrow.

Yesterday was Dr. Seuss’ birthday, so I’m kind of excited that my newest nephew was born the same day.

“Today you are You, that is truer than true.
There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”

can you have your cake

… and pop out of it too?

I was recently reading an article about the mom in North Carolina (great state that it is) who is fighting her call to duty. Follow the link here for the full article. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29441874/

It makes me think about a lot of questions about being a parent and the decision people make to become one and to continue to be one, good or bad. I don’t have the energy right now to go into it, plus the power may go out (again) any minute. But I wanted to get this posted so I can further stew and get back to it another day. It makes me a little sad and mad simultaneously. But more than anything it makes me really happy that I have not popped out a kid yet. Nor have I popped out of a cake. But it’s good to have goals.

for semimental reasons

I love nostalgia and revisiting the past at least mentally and sometimes physically. Pictures are of course the more obvious way to relive those memories and a single photo can send you off into seemingly endless remembrances of who, what, when, where and sometimes y.

It can also be quite damaging to your psyche. I start thinking about all the mistakes around that time, the broken relationships, the deadend job I stayed at too long or not long enough, the projects I didn’t participate in or did halfheartedly, the many many ways I failed as a human being. It’s enough to send me straight back to bed.

But I can’t stay there. I get up and I press on. I also remember the pure joys and laughter and peace I felt at times. The poetry of life, as some call it, is the working out of an idea or emotion through good and bad, pain and sorrow, balance, always balance in all things. So I try to be grateful for the pics that make me smile and the ones with really bad hair days and 30 pounds of excess Robin. It is all together me and you and us.

On another note, it reminds me that I have to be more purposeful in taking pictures of all that goes on now. Because there will be a day when I’ll look back on right now and smile too. Or weep. Though my hair looks ok today. It’s not CANDY mind you, but I really don’t like random people touching my hair any way.

and of course I always think of this song when looking at pictures…