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my little 1-year-old!
I took some photos of Lena at play a few days ago and thought you’d enjoy them. Such such a blessing, one we cannot take for granted any moment of any day, and the little love of our lives!
her favorite thing
When I was little, my family and I lived in Melbourne, Australia, for 4.5 years. In our kitchen there was a shallow cabinet with lots of narrow shelves: a spice cabinet. My mom lined all her spices on the shelves… and my little sisters made it their mission in life to open up the cabinet, take one chubby little hand, and sweep all the spices off onto the floor. We have some really cute pictures of Emily and Julia doing this with oregano and cinnamon all over the floor around them.
As soon as I saw the open cabinets in our house in Sicily, I knew Lena had hours of fun ahead of her. And I wasn’t far wrong, as she figured out the game on our first day in our house. Since then taking food off my shelves has become a daily activity, and recently she’s learned how to extract Triscuit crackers and Sun-Maid raisins from their respective boxes to get a snack in the middle of all her labors.
As I toss (literally) all the bags, boxes, cans, and plastic bottles of food back into place several times each day, I try to take a brief second to enjoy this moment, this memory, this beautiful stage of her little life.
Because pretty soon she’ll know how to open the bag of sugar, the box of cous cous, the bottle of olive oil… and then where will I be?!
her favorite thing
When I was little, my family and I lived in Melbourne, Australia, for 4.5 years. In our kitchen there was a shallow cabinet with lots of narrow shelves: a spice cabinet. My mom lined all her spices on the shelves… and my little sisters made it their mission in life to open up the cabinet, take one chubby little hand, and sweep all the spices off onto the floor. We have some really cute pictures of Emily and Julia doing this with oregano and cinnamon all over the floor around them.
As soon as I saw the open cabinets in our house in Sicily, I knew Lena had hours of fun ahead of her. And I wasn’t far wrong, as she figured out the game on our first day in our house. Since then taking food off my shelves has become a daily activity, and recently she’s learned how to extract Triscuit crackers and Sun-Maid raisins from their respective boxes to get a snack in the middle of all her labors.
As I toss (literally) all the bags, boxes, cans, and plastic bottles of food back into place several times each day, I try to take a brief second to enjoy this moment, this memory, this beautiful stage of her little life.
Because pretty soon she’ll know how to open the bag of sugar, the box of cous cous, the bottle of olive oil… and then where will I be?!
life in our chalet
My mom and I traded “shifts” with Lena. I often skied in the morning while my mom was with her and then we switched in the afternoon. My sister Emily also enjoyed half days of skiing which meant Lena, Em, and I often had hours of quiet playing, reading, and napping time while the others blazed new trails on the slopes. I loved those quiet hours with two of my favorite girls!
Of course, being in France, there was a lot of emphasis on eating. We ate very well! We dined on local specialties, like this goat cheese that Elliott bought for me. (He knows goat cheese is my favorite food.)
And then there were the quiet moments when it was just Lena and me, spending time together as we do every day. I never knew how much time a mother spends with her first-born child! There is a bond there that I can hardly imagine will be the same with the second, third, or sixth (?) child. I love these hours with my baby, whether we read books or explore pine cones, whether we cuddle each other or read/play side by side in our own separate worlds, whether we talk or not talk, for hours.
And lastly, here’s a photo showing that Lena can stand up all by herself! The week at the chalet you kind of had to trick her, like asking her to clap and she forgets to hold onto something, or helping her hold two toys in two separate hands and letting go of the chair or shelf. This week at home, though, I can set Lena down and she’ll stand there on her own for up to 10 seconds! Still hasn’t figured out the “taking steps” part, but we’re working on it.










