sang Sevi over and over hopping on her mattress in her new purple
bedroom
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Thursday, July 28, 2005
Monday, June 06, 2005
and then I don't feel soooo bad!
Sevi, who had a stomach bug two nights ago and was feeling pretty
touchy all day yesterday was sleeping kind of fitfully. In her sleep
she suddenly sang out from My Favorite Things "...and then I don't feel
sooo bad!" in perfect pitch and resumed sleeping. Unbelievable,
singing her sleep!
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
genie out of the bottle
After watching "Mary Poppins" and having the idea planted that Papa can make a movie like that, Sevi, in something I can't say I get ALL that often, positively THREW her arms around me, saying "Papa, Papa, can we make a movie like that? Oh, PLEASE Papa PLEASE!" Just as sweet as can be. She imagines that we can actually do it, transport ourselves into a world of animation and magic. I remember feeling the same way. The birth of Escapism! She surely has a taste for it, which drives her that much more in the direction of the arts...or, as in my case, to dreamy distraction. Good and bad all mixed in.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
smile!
3/17
we've seen plenty of those random, accidental smiles that one does from
babies, and that give a lovely preview of things to come. but tonight,
perhaps to acknowledge the leprechaun part of his heritage, i got my
first REAL smiles from hart! three was all he could muster
concentration for before he moved on to other concerns. kiss a cheek
-- smile! kiss the other cheek -- smile! kiss a cheek -- smile! kiss
the other cheek -- look of concern: what did i just DO? at five weeks
adjusted age (from his due date) he's right on schedule. he has plenty
to smile about -- as do we!
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
smile
We think Hart may have smiled at Sevi at dinner tonight! First smile,
though not a certainty...
Icicles
Sevi was very preoccupied today breaking off the unusual icicles
hanging from the bumpers and underbellies of the parked cars on the
walk home from school. Some were over a foot long and needle sharp.
hanging from the bumpers and underbellies of the parked cars on the
walk home from school. Some were over a foot long and needle sharp.
Monday, March 07, 2005
St. Patrick's Day
Sevi made a book from pages I stapled together for St. Patty's day. On the first page she drew a leprechaun type figure with big feet next to a scribble of gold, his pot. Then she drew the figure horizontal on the next page, next to the scribble.
Reading the story, she said "He died." How did he die, I said. "Somebody killed him."
"Oh that's awful, why would anyone harm such a nice person."
"I know, she said, it's very sad." (though clearly she played it up for drama, not really affected too much herself.
"But that's why they have the celebration," she said, "because he died."
Reading the story, she said "He died." How did he die, I said. "Somebody killed him."
"Oh that's awful, why would anyone harm such a nice person."
"I know, she said, it's very sad." (though clearly she played it up for drama, not really affected too much herself.
"But that's why they have the celebration," she said, "because he died."
Monday, February 14, 2005
Monday, February 07, 2005
Re: afternoons
On Feb 7, 2005, at 2:44 PM, Rebecca Foster wrote:
> just made hart mad as a hatter w/ a sponge bath. made his hair look
> like laurie anderson's. he's so exhausted from complaining that he's
> having trouble staying awakke to eat.
>
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Friday, December 31, 2004
Hart Musings - Rebecca
It’s been years, and feels like more. Our world is completely changed. Hart. A year of so many miseries ends in a triumph—no, that’s too competitive a word…glory, joy, love. I’m grateful for this time with him alone in the hospital. And, oddly, I’m grateful that he is so weak and vulnerable. My sympathies are quickened by his small size, feeble cries, and involuntary tremerous chin or arm. I have fallen quickly and deeply in love. Thank you, thank you, thank you Kevin for convincing me to do this. It was a miserable pregnancy and up until my look at him in the NICU (after only a quick peek at the birth) I was saying I would not have done it had I known. Those fierce and real feelings are dissipating. What we will go through for such love! I have withstood so much this year it all seemed unending. And, now, it seems ended. This, this beauty, has changed my world, and as the new year arrives so arrives our new world. I am released—and it is not just, as I first thought, a release from or out of the grueling pregnancy, but a release into something overwhelmingly glorious. Kevin had put high expectations on a second child and not only what it would do for our family, but also what it would do for him and even his work. I can’t predict but I can, at least, imagine this coming true for him and for me, too. A baby is work, but love is liberation, perhaps a more formidable force. I thrill to the fact that he looks so much like Sevi, at least for now. Somehow that makes our bond as a family seem so much stronger. I am lucky. We are lucky. And, in time, others in the world will realize their good fortune to have this being. He starts out—right away—bringing a lightness to my being that has been absent for so long that I thrill to its warmth and thrive in its promise. I hope, he, in turn, will thrive in our love and care—Sevi’s, Papa’s, and mine.
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