Falling for Fall

I believe it was Leo Tolstoy who wrote that one cannot reflect upon on moment while still experiencing it. So far, this has proven true in my writing as it is usually impossible for me to write about any of the chaos or deep worrying that sometimes fills my mind. I worry about making enough time for Liam and Mike. I worry that I don't do enough with Liam, forgetting that for him, a trip to the grocery store is an adventure and not a chore. My concern might be because I know some people are reading this is I don't want to come across as whiny, dramatic, or, even worse, not having it all together. Reading through my last few entries and think about posting this past weekend's events, I realize that this is pretty puppies and rainbows. What I have learned over the past few months and even from writing this blog is that life is what you make of it. We are just about as happy or as sad as we choose to be. My mom always told me that the first star you see in the sky is the spirit of our loved ones gone looking over us. Now I know that "star" is Venus but that isn't the point. Anyway, I've been contemplating getting a small compass star tattoo to symbolize people looking over me. It seems more fitting to get that tattoo with the double meaning that we control our own destiny and happiness. We really are as happy as we decide to be. I am fortune to live a life in which the puppies and rainbows are pretty easy to find.

Anyway, Mike and I took Liam for a hike in the woods. He loved watching the leaves and the small streams. Mike mentioned that we get to see the world through Liam's eyes. He's right. Liam never stops looking and thinking.He adds a good amount of sweat to a hike. We had fires Friday and Sunday nights. Liam is just like us and mesmorized by the flames. I am finally ready to start giving him real food. He had toast and pastini this weekend.



This is a picture from last week's trip to the library. He loves watching the fish and trying to catch them through the glass.

Now He is a Day

Liam made his first trek to Fenway Sunday. We bought the tickets before he was born, worried that bringing Liam to Fenway for the first time for a Yankees Sox game would be too much for us. We bought tickets for a daygame, the last game of the season. We are out of playoff contention but the game determined if the Yanks won the division or the Wild Card. Therefore, they had to play us hard. Mike Lowell day was the day before. The roster in up in the air so we may have watched Papi, Pap, and Tek play their last games in a Sox uniform. He won't remember it, but Liam can claim to have seen some legendary Sox play.



Liam loved Fenway! Our tickets warned of walkway traffic. It was great to up against the rails. We were able to put his collaspable stroller there. Most people who walked by at least smiled at Liam, giving him plenty of opportunity to ham it up. He loved watching people and the excitement of the crowd. When the crowd cheered, he would kick ancd squeal, almost as if he knew what was happening. Liam loved walking around the city.

My students are always interested in how much I do with the baby. I feel fortunate that Mike and I are able to do so many things with him. We live in an area where there are a lot of low cost activities. This weekend, we went to the library, took Liam to a friend's farm for his Halloween pictures, and went to an art show on the water.