And she’s off…

Our girl is walking. In the span of just a few short days, she has made tremendous progress. She went from taking a few steps here and there to taking around 20 steps to strolling across rooms and beyond. She turns corners, bends to pick up toys, dances, and generally navigates with confidence. She still stumbles sometimes, and she crawls when she’s in a hurry, but she’s getting more comfortable all the time. The physical therapist was impressed with her form and advised us to stop using the orthotic braces and try just a pair of supportive shoes. (She does still need some ankle support to keep her feet from turning in.) We discovered tonight that we have the perfect pair on hand – beautiful, never-worn Primigi boots handed down to us by a friend. Just in the few hours she wore them, she made huge progress. It looks like we’ve left the braces behind for good.

So, at just shy of 28 months, it has happened. In her usual fashion, she waited to walk until she was sure she could do it well. It’s tricky to catch her on camera, so pardon the dark video.

I guess I officially have to stop calling her a baby now. Toddlerhood has arrived, and she’s not looking back.

 

Giving thanks

Really, there’s not much narration necessary here. It was a beautiful Thanksgiving with family, hosted for the first time at our home. The meal was a true group effort, with everyone contributing to a fantastic menu. It was so good to spend time with family we see too rarely. Our hearts were as full as our bellies, which is saying something. Friday was a site-seeing outing downtown and a fantastic lunch at The Pharmacy in East Nashville. These times are over too soon, and we have to hold out for the next holiday we can gather and enjoy each other again.

And once again, I am indebted to my brother, Ryan, for taking quite a few of these photos.

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Another mountain weekend for the books

It’s been a long week, with Jon on a business trip and all kinds of shenanigans in his absence, but Friday is here, he’s almost home, and I’m going to take a few minutes to post a handful of photos from our family trip to the Smoky Mountains last weekend. These trips have become such a highlight for our family. It was unusually cold, but we did some hiking, anyway. We also ate like pigs and enjoyed each other greatly for a few too-short days of vacation.

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(Sorry, Veronica, the exposure on this one just wasn’t working!)

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And a blurry cell phone group photo from a Gatlinburg shopping plaza already decked out for Christmas. That crazy town certainly has its many faults, but we forgive much in the place where so many traditions are rooted and memories made. (Also, if you want to know the good Gatlinburg spots, ask a Geary or a Sharp.) 

Celebrating new love

This weekend, we made a quick trip down to Calhoun, Georgia to celebrate a pretty special event.

Sixteen months ago, we lost Jon’s beloved Grandma, Ginnie Geary. We saw Grandpa Geary – or Grandpa Bill, as his great-grandkids call him – struggle with grief and loneliness, as any person who has lost a beloved spouse would. We hurt for the loss to the family and for the great loss to him.

Then, a few months ago, Grandpa Bill reconnected online with a lovely woman he once dated in high school. First there were emails, then long phone calls, then the drive to Ohio so he could visit with her in person.  Grandpa Bill was a giddy teenager again, full of renewed energy and joy.

Yesterday, Grandpa Bill and Mary Margaret said their vows before the fireplace in the home they will now share. Both have come through sadness and loss and have found new love and happiness in each other. We are so pleased Grandpa has found someone wonderful to share his life with.

Welcome to the family, Mary Margaret!

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The delighted Mr. and Mrs. William and Mary Margaret Geary

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My mother-in-law, Nancy, and Mary’s daughter, Carol, put a lot of work into that beautiful wedding feast. I know it meant a great deal to the newlyweds, and the rest of us sure benefited from the efforts of two very fine cooks.

The way less delightful part of this tale is that we realized just a few miles from Calhoun that Corin was burning up with fever. There was nothing for it by then, so now I just have to hope we didn’t infect anyone else with our germs and he can actually get well in time for our family trip to the Smoky Mountains, set to begin on Wednesday. Pleaseohplease, let this not be another Winter of Plague. 

This is fall

Some joyful parenting moments are big events, like last week’s trunk or treat, like holidays and milestones and long-planned family vacations, carefully-crafted surprises or days set aside for special adventures.

But most often, I have found, the real joy of parenting is in discovered moments, unplanned and expectation-free. Take today: a gorgeous, early-November afternoon awash in golden light; a rake and a couple of wagons; piles of fallen leaves; and the indulgence of oatmeal cookies and milk, just my boy and me.

This is the fall my childhood self was sure I was missing in Florida.

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Evenings like this

Our Trunk or Treat outing was a success. We decorated our trunk with a Red Flyer wagon, mums and pumpkins. We roasted our veggie dogs. We handed out obscene amounts of candy. Corin and daddy went on a hayride while Lina and I fielded the stragglers. And our kids were absolutely the cutest and best costumed there. You should believe me, because I am clearly an objective source on the matter.

But, really.

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We aren’t members of the church that hosted the event and don’t know too many of the Mother’s Day Out parents yet, but both kids had a blast, which made it fun for us. That’s one of the great perks of parenthood; you get to enjoy this stuff through your kids’ eyes. Thank God for evenings like this.

Introducing the new Sharp Family Chariot

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That’s right; it’s a minivan. And man, do I love it.

Yes, we were one of three – count them, three – white Honda Odysseys at Mother’s Day Out pick-up time today (four if you count the gray one).  And yes, I realize there is now zero chance I will be mistaken for anything other than a mom for the foreseeable future, whether my children are riding along or not. But the thing is, I am a mom. And I really do love my slightly-scratched-up ’08 minivan, for more reasons than you want me to list. Corin also loves it. He thinks automatic sliding doors are a clear indication we have arrived, and he’s waiting anxiously for our first road trip to test the DVD player.

Negotiating the purchase of our new vehicle in the final minutes before picking our kids up from school turned out to be just one hectic moment in a week full of them. We’re taking things easy this week after fabulously exciting visits from Mimi and friends from Florida and a much-anticipated wedding of very dear friends. We do have a Trunk or Treat event tomorrow, however, and I will absolutely be sharing the obligatory photos of my costumed children (an angel and a cloud, if you were curious).

You think there’s any chance I can keep my still-coughing-up-a-lung son from gorging himself on Halloween candy over the next few days? No? Ah, well. ‘Tis the season.

That sweet face – 2 years

I promised some time ago to do an update on Lina’s milestones at two years old. I’ll get to that in a moment.

We’ve been a little crazy trying to get fully settled into the new home now that the old one is finally sold. I do a lot of craigslist buying, which means a lot of running all over creation to look at furniture that may or may not be a reasonable option. My worst experience so far was the woman who told me her couch was in good to excellent condition, stood me up for one appointment, and then on my second try showed me to a couch that had been utterly destroyed by her four children and claimed to just now be noticing the stains. For all its faults, craigslist has allowed us to buy a lot of decent quality furniture on a very tight budget. The solid farmhouse dining chairs were a Goodwill find, although I have yet to get them refinished. Ultimately, I find it very rewarding to piece rooms together from bargain finds. There are a lot of dream projects that will have to wait for a later time, but we’re at least gradually leaving behind the “just-moved” look.

And now, to Lina. Our sweet girl is 25 months, and I owe an update on her progress.

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At two years, Eline:

  • Is fiercely independent. She does not want to be told what to do, and she does not want help doing it! Her “leave me alone” gesture has become very familiar.
  • Speaks and/or signs about 50 words and tested in the low average category for expressive language. She tested a little lower (slightly below the average range) for receptive, due to challenges with things like following simple directions.
  • Crawls at warp speed, pulls up with ease, walks quickly pushing a toy, and has stood independently for up to five seconds, but has yet to take independent steps. Her physical therapist says all the strength and skills are there – she just has to work up the motivation and confidence to try it. She seems to be more focused on language development for now, which is okay with us.
  • Is a fantastic sleeper, putting herself to sleep for at least a two-hour nap in the afternoon and 11 1/2-plus hours a night uninterrupted.
  • Was 24 pounds and 32 3/4 in. long at her two-year checkup. She wears mostly 12-18 month and some 24 month clothes and size 4 shoes.
  • Is starting to come out of a very picky eating stage. She is gradually eating more veggies and fruits again, although the veggies usually still have to be snuck into her food or wind up being cleaned off the floor by the dog. Her favorite foods are cheese (a word she signs and says often), pretty much any kind of bread, avocado, beans, banana, watermelon, snacks like crackers or nuts, and anything sweet. Throwing food is still a real problem, and mealtimes are terribly messy affairs. (See exhibit A below.)
  • Drinks very well from a cup but is not able to effectively use a spoon or fork. She does try to get a little food in her mouth with a utensil occasionally, which is progress from the days when every utensil went straight on the floor. She refuses to let anyone else feed her, which contributes to the ridiculous messes. (Oatmeal? Beans? Again, see exhibit A below.)
  • Will stack two blocks before losing interest and knocking the tower down. Can manipulate stacking toys (like the classic plastic rings on the peg) very handily. Has gotten much better about placing objects in a container rather than just tossing them across the room. Throwing is still a problem, however.
  • Has shown some improvement with hair pulling, although it continues to be a major challenge, particularly with new people or in new or overwhelming environments. I can’t tell you the number of children and adults she has terrorized with her hair grip of death, accompanied with what we affectionately refer to as her “rebel yell.”
  • Loves books. She’s pretty good at entertaining herself and will often be found surrounded by a pile of books, pretending to “read” one to herself. If you sit on the floor, she is likely to get a book and crawl into your lap to be read to. Her attention span can still be a challenge, but with encouragement, she will sit through a complete story. She can identify and point to a fair number of animals or objects, and will often grab my finger and use it to point to objects in a picture.
  • Loves her brother and tries to imitate him at every opportunity, although she’ll also push him away if he appears to be encroaching on her story time or any activity she doesn’t want interrupted. (Corin adores his sister. He often goes into her room in the morning before I’m even out of bed to talk to her and be near her. He certainly picks on her and bullies her, but he usually loves to have her near and is visibly proud of her when we’re in public. “Lina is two,” he’ll announce to anyone who looks at her. Yesterday he made up a song with the lyrics, “My sister is awesome.”)
  • Loves to be tickled, cuddled, kissed and played with. She has this way of wrapping her arms around my neck and melting into me that just about stops my heart every time. She blows kisses and lights up with the best smiles, and you can’t not laugh along with her giggles. She has a great sense of humor and makes the funniest faces, including a new one lately that involves a nose wrinkle.
  • Is very attached to mommy and daddy but has mostly gotten over separation anxiety and will go to other people, especially familiar family members or friends, without a fuss. She may still cry when I leave her at Mother’s Day Out or therapy, but it’s usually very short-lived.
  • Adores music and will usually clap or dance along. She knows the motions to several songs (“The Wheels on the Bus,” “The Itsy Bitsy Spider,” “If You’re Happy and You Know It”) and has recently started trying to sing them herself.
  • Seems to really enjoy Mother’s Day Out one day a week, although she naps much less, if at all, while she’s there.
  • Is curious and active and can find trouble in a hurry. Yesterday, she opened the changing table cupboard and discovered the box of trash bags for the diaper pail. She had every bag pulled out of the box and flung around her room by the time I discovered her. She loves to pull the covers off the HVAC floor vents; we’ve lost at least one toy that we know of down the air duct.
  • Is generally a happy, funny, spunky, affectionate kid.

I was rocking Lina before her nap today and realized I have to stretch to fit her head under my chin. Her growth and milestones happen more slowly than for many typical kids, and, as I’ve said before, that sometimes makes it easy to forget that she’s still growing up very fast. I feel such pride in her as we work hard on her next milestones. What a gift, being her mother.

 

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Black beans for lunch, or a scene from a horror film?