Informal Introductions.

Sunday November 4, 2012

            After mulling over ideas about our formal introductions with varying degrees of detailedness (Yes. I know that’s not a word), I realized the very word formal=boring. So let’s do informal introductions.

            The “I” in this blog is Lindsay; Hudson and Harper’s mom. I grew up roaming an 80-acre ranch in Central Valley California with my best bud Christa. I have three wild, awesome brothers (who I call "The Brother's") and two fairly normal parents who I refer to as, “The Parents”. Growing up, teenage hood, and especially early adulthood had various joys and challenges. Then I fell in love with an amazing man, David. We got married. After a while we decided to start a family.

And then.

Hudson.

Arrived.

And my small world was changed forever. I. Knew. Love. In a way I had never experienced before. Unconditional love. My boys are my world. My hope. My heart’s true desire. They keep me trying. They keep me brave. For them I would lay down my life. Hudson’s arrival into our world and 22 months later, Harper’s, has deepened our lives. Forever. And so for them I write.

My Unpolished Debut.

Thursday November 1, 2012

I started the morning with a cup of coffee, as usual. While still feeling inspired by the rush of caffeine on an empty stomach, I stumbled across a Pinterest idea for making dough for handprints. Almost all my pins are left untested, but this one looked so easy! The Original Pin.

Into the kitchen we all went. Hudson sat on the counter while Harper stood on a chair (I do not endorse this). They “helped”, we kneaded, flour went everywhere (which was excellent in testing my recent rejection of my own OCDness). Towards the end it was just Harper clinging to my legs while Hudson kept tasting a “baby” amount of sugar from the canisters.

Then I thought, “Wow, this is an excellent day to debut the blog I have been thinking about doing! So yeah, maybe I don’t have a name or a theme figured out. I will look like a super mom with the dough handprints!’’ Yes, it’s true that all Hudson has eaten for breakfast is dry cereal and Harper has only nursed and snacked on whatever was left on the floor from yesterday. So what that I typically struggle to cook at all. I can do dough for handprints! I’ll admit we only had enough salt for a half batch, I never really got past the “sticky” phase, I forgot to take photos, and we certainly don’t have any fancy paint to make this project look polished, but we will get it. It’s a learning process.

It’s also true that I haven’t written formal introductions for the boys and me, but it will come soon. I’m sure of it. For a quick introduction: Hudson just turned three and Harper is 15 months. They are wild, determined, creative, sweet boys! They keep me busy, exhausted, and always desiring to love better: them, myself, my husband, and those around me. I had better get back to the boys. The whole bowl of grapes I bought yesterday is now strewn across my table. I got a picture of that!