Happy Thanksgiving! It's been awhile since my last post and that's becoming the pattern here at tangled up in grace. Work has meant a lot of writing lately and I think stewardship season and preaching are using all of my thoughtful word juice. Since November has come and gone, it's time to catch up. This time, I'll use pictures.
Jasper has outgrown most things about the baby stage. He knows how to manipulate us for attention now. He's scooting and crawling and pulling himself up on stuff. He can hold his own bottle and loves crunchy carbs like his momma. When he's not ready to fall asleep at night, he sits up in his crib and sings to himself, swinging his legs between the bars and twirling his nook in his fingers.
I took a vacation day recently and packed up all the baby stuff. The blessed Bumbo chair is gone. So is the Boppy pillow and most of our other modern baby supplies with silly names. As you can see, I was freakishly organized about his baby clothes. I washed and stored everything by size. The moment he outgrew something in his dresser, it all got packed away and new bins came out. This way, I knew he wore everything at least once and when people asked whether he'd grown into an outfit they gave me 11 months ago, I could answer with confidence instead of staring blankly and wondering, "Wait...which outfit? It's all a blur!"
Jasper wore his first pair of jeans Thanksgiving weekend. They're "skinny jeans" from Target. Yes, Target sells skinny jeans for babies, but I bought them knowing that they'd look like normal jeans on my little beanpole. And, sure enough, they do.
I sent him to daycare yesterday because, after four straight vacation days with the little booger, this momma needed a break from her momma's boy. I got all kinds of cleaning done around the house and ran long, lazy errands holding a coffee cup instead of a diaper bag. I made applesauce, froze more baby food and made these delicious popovers from the December issue of Real Simple. It was divine and picking him up was a happy reunion.
Matt's soccer season is over, so we all get home about the same time most nights. Our tree is lit and decorated with dainty decorations it can handle. We bought this little Norfolk Pine shortly after we got married and it's been our Christmas tree for four years now. I suggested getting a smaller, Charlie Brown tree this year, but Matt can't bear to part with its growth and history and splendor in the corner of our main room. So here it sits, ready to celebrate another year of joy and hope with our little clan.
I am still trying to figure out what to do for our Christmas card picture this year and instead of buying a stocking for Jasper in the next month, I'm giving myself until Christmas 2012 to knit all three of us stockings. I haven't knit anything for 11 years, but it's time to give it a go again.
So that's November in my world. Some things are lovely, like a cute apron and the smell of fresh popovers on an afternoon home alone. Other things are piling up, like baby clothes in Rubbermaids, holiday catalogs and the list of new things I hope to try in 2012. And this time of year, the piles are just as much fun.