fuzzy head

Look at the sweet little fuzzy head!!! it is like a little baby chicken...except much cuter.
Rosalie is rolling, scooting and slithering around the house to get to the toys she wants and to try to follow her brothers into the kitchen or hall. She can sit fairly well but eventually falls over, usually on to that 3 inch space of floor that Dominic has not provided with padding in the form of blankets, pillows and stuffed toys.

in other news...there is none.
the house is still on the market.
the bathroom is still in the mostly done stages, i still have some painting to do in there.
i am still working on that Gryffindor scarf that i had intended to finish for halloween.

Orange. it is a color i never gave much space in my brain. it occupies a lot of space up there now. 10 weeks ago it meant caution, it meant halloween, it meant my high school mascot color.

now it means you. it means the smile i will never again see here on earth. it means softball games that i will never attend to watch you rip off that catchers mask and hustle to get under that ball while its so far up in the sky that you can barely see it. it means never sitting on the deck while you show my daughter how to hold the glove to effectively catch a ball.

Orange means realizing that your mom will never again be the same woman she was on that saturday morning. Orange means that your big brother has no little sister to protect. Orange means that your dad has regrets every single day of the time he didnt get to spend with you.

Orange. it is a color i love....and i hate.

this is what Saturday looked like

 Cliche shot of the Milton Madison Bridge

 me and my sweet baby girl playing on the couch (she is almost 7.5 months!)

 Dominic spinning me on a piece of playground equipment that we have dubbed personal merry go rounds.

and...my guys strolling ahead of me while i try out different settings on our new Fuji X30...i really like it, it is much smaller that my gargantuan DSLR that i carried for quite a few years, i went to a lame-o coolpix when miles was born because of the smaller size and i am SO glad to have a real camera...the kind that actually takes a picture when you push the button instead of having a ridiculously long delay, thus losing the shot...especially where babies and toddlers are involved.

many thanks to Ken for researching (read; obsessing) over this camera and trading in all his older gear to get it. i see many more blog posts in my future...ones that actually contain pictures. :)