Saturday, January 24, 2009
And this is what happens when Mom gets to choose the storytime book.
I didn't know it was a pig picture when I opened it up. Will told me that I was forever going to give our child a complex about his weight now. LOL.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I knew I should have practiced while I was pregnant. But nope. Piano concerts, piano lessons, piano practicing...all while he was in the womb with me. And he's been listening to the piano since day one after he was born. But completely devoid of the sound of the violin.
But the violin? Yikes.
I brought my violin, so I could help my niece, Mika, with her new violin that she got for Christmas.
Like I said, I hadn't really played in about a year. So Preston had never heard the violin before.
I kid you not, but this was Preston after I played for everyone.
Well, not so. He just plain dislikes it.
Aside from my 11 piano students, I now have one violin student, Chloe. She is 8 years old, very smart, and has a natural talent for the violin. Very easy to each and catches on really fast.
Today, as I was getting my violin tuned and warmed up before Chloe arrived for her lesson, I started playing some scales and a few songs to get my fingers warmed up. All of sudden Will and I hear Preston wailing from his crib (who, by the way, slept through ALL of my piano lessons today).
I stop. We look at each other and almost simultaneously say "He really does not like the violin."
So I'm simply convinced, either Preston really hates the violin, or I just really stink at playing it. LOL
Me 5 years old
7 years old
Playing in the 6th grade orchestra, as a 2nd grader
Will and I after my concert with the Oregon Pro Arte Chamber Orchestra
Monday, January 19, 2009
Pretty handsome, eh?
We went and bought Will a new suit (his first new suit in over 10 years)...
Getting the little guy all bundled up...
Doesn't he remind you of the kid on "A Christmas Story"? Hahaha.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
And the thought occured to me, "How did I get here?".
I suddenly thought back 5 years ago to when Will and I were dating, and I realized that there would be no way I would be caught sitting here with mascara dust under my eyes, a stinky shirt, sloppy bra, messy hair, and probably much more that I won't mention.
I probably would have had perfect makeup, perfect hair (most likely hot-rolled), wearing jeans that flattered my butt, a form fitting blouse that accentuated you-know-what, topped off with a few squirts of my favorite Ralph Lauren perfume Romance. I would be sitting there anxiously awaiting the first site of Will coming out of the store, knowing that it meant the long seperation of me waiting in the car and him in the store would soon end.
Oh my gosh. No. Actually, I'm wrong. I would have been in the store with him! Holding his hand, picking the movie out together, not wanting to miss one moment together.
And now here I sat, 5 years later, in the same car that we once made out in the backseat in the day I bought it, smelling like spit-up, feeling oh-so-flabbylicious with my 30 pounds of baby weight that I am still trying to shed.
I looked in the mirror and noticed, while looking past my sparkly wedding ring (the only classy thing about me today), that I hadn't really done my hair today. Ummm, I think I brushed it. Once. Maybe. What must my husband think of me??? It's Saturday right?
Just then Dalila interruped with her smooth radio voice and personality and she took a caller on the phone.
"And who is this?", Dalila asked.
"Cole." said he caller.
"And what can I do for you tonight?" Dalila asked in her famous s-l-o-w very enunciated almost sexy but warm voice.
"Well, " said Cole, "I'm sitting here having some bonding time with my new little son. My wife just gave birth to our first baby. I'm sitting here holding him and I am so in love.....so grateful...(you could hear the emotion in his voice). I just want to tell my wife that I love her SO SO SO much and I love our new little family."
And then as I blinked back tears because I always cry when I hear happy stories or sad commercials or movie trailers, it hit me.
And then, after realizing how I got here, I looked up to see my knight in shining armor running towards the car with a earband, jogging pants, a movie rental while exhaling steam into the freezing cold air because that's what he does. He lets me sit in the nice warm car while he battles the cold air and has no idea all of the huge long thought process I just went through and the amount of run-on sentences that would be a result of it in my next blog post.
Basically, all I really wanted to say is, I sure love that man. And...it's kinda obvious he loves me too.