Whirlwind

These past two months have been a whirlwind of change, growth and activitiy. My parents visited in early September, then we were lucky to have my frousin and her girls here for Maevey's birthday, then a week later I was off to DC to help my parents for three weeks! I've been home for a week and a half now and plunged right back into busy. 

You are looking at a five foot tall bear my parents bought for Maeve.

 It is as tall as my mother. 

Maeve loves him though, and while I don't know where in our little townhouse he and his two buddies (Oh, did I leave out that they bought a Minnie and Mickey of the same size? Cause they did.) are going to reside, he is quite soft and I'm looking forward to snuggling against him for storytime. 

Maeve and I spent most of our visit hunkered down at my parents house, but we kicked off the visit at a local pumpkin festival complete with slides, hayrides, animals and fair food. It wasn't until we got home hours later that I discovered poor little Maeve has a 102.6 fever....so that explained the mellow mood for the day, she was actually in a fevered daze. 

Here she is with her Faja!

They had miniature tractors and farm equipment scattered around for the kids to play on. 

While we're happy to be home, we miss you guys very much!! Hop on a plane and come back to Texas!!!

Happy Birthday Baby

Today, at 7:30pm, our Maevey-bean turned one and was ushered into toddler-hood from infancy. 

Not quite a baby, and not quite a little girl. 

This last year has been a whirlwind of tears, exhaustion, joy, frustration, un-ease, laughter, exploration and learning. Right after Maeve was born, I asked the nurses if we could change her into pajamas and a hat we had brought for her. My questions were met with laughter and the exclamation "Of COURSE! She's YOUR baby!!" The thought that we were in charge, that we would know best, that we would steward her for the next eighteen years was too overwhelming to really comprehend at the time. Now, a year later, it still seems unreal. 

Every day I'm almost surprised there's a third person in our house. A little girl I'm learning more about every day. Who loves bananas, grapes and whole wheat bread. Who gives kisses, and waves and brings you books to read her. Who loves her puppy, the water and climbing and jumping. Maeve brings us so much joy, and I am overwhelmed at times by my love for her. And each time she can do something new, and independent I am incredibly proud and a little sad all at once. Last week she began feeding herself with her bowl and spoon and I found myself crying. What happened to my little baby I had to nurse every two hours? What happened to that fragile little creature and who is this little independent spark?

Maeve has brought surprises with her from the beginning, and yet somehow I realize after my initial shock that I've sensed it all along. Right before I began to push, the nurse asked me if I wanted to know the baby's hair color. I was a little thrown off, but equally excited, and said "yes". She told me she saw bright red hair, when she left the room I told Adam she was probably wrong, yet out came our red, curly-haired baby. I was shocked, until weeks later when my cousin Shannon pointed out I had written her about my red, curly-haired baby when I was about five months pregnant. Or the other day, when Maeve climbed out of her crib and fell to the ground. When I ran upstairs it almost didn't click, I kept thinking "How did you get here? How are you on the floor?" but Adam reminded me we had talked about our worry it was coming weeks earlier. 

One year and one week old. Oh my!!

I am so thankful to have Maeve and while it feels impossible a year has gone by, I also can't imagine our family without her here. I feel like she's always been here. She makes our days brighter and makes us laugh so much. I had no idea how much I could love until our mischievous little Maevey-bean came into our life and I cannot imagine life without her. 

Taken at exactly 7:30pm tonight. Happy Birthday baby!!!

My Sweet Birthday Man

Today my wonderfully sweet husband, and Maeve's favorite daddy, turns twenty-seven. 

 Haaaaappy Birthday Adam! 

In celebration I would like to tell you, in no particular order, twenty-seven things I adore about the main man in our lives:

1. He is an amazing father. The perfect kind for little girls, (and maybe one day little boys) he plays tea party, cradles dolls, reads stories and has the bow-dress coordination down pat. Watching him father our daughter makes my heart melt. 

Blowing bubbles for our sweet girl .

2. He is always gentle and kind.

3. He makes me laugh harder than anyone I know. In fact, he makes Maeve laugh harder than anyone else. He has us both soundly convinced he's funnier than any Brian Reagan or Elmo. 

Yes. This is Adam, in a dress, groping another guy...in a  dress , at a youth group retreat.
We were 15 and 16.

4. He is always encouraging and lifting people up. He sees the good, the potential, the gift in everyone and is often the first to say he's proud. 

5. He is committed to me no matter what. Giving love and devotion I often don't think I deserve, he always reminds me he's in this forever.

A throw back picture.
18 & 19 and so in love!

6. He encourages me to dream. When I finally shared my desire to teach, Adam was all support He helped me arrange meetings, get the word out, work through ideas and even built my ballet barres! 

7. He is amazingly sensitive to my needs and my sometimes difficult-to-decipher emotions.

WTAMU Annual Bonfire Fall 2005

8. He respects and honors women.

10. He adores his Maevey. She'll giggle or smile or do something new at and he'll look at me and say, "She is SO awesome. I love her!" 

Father's Day 2012 with my goofballs

11. He never yells when he's angry.

12. He craves learning and exploring new things. Our house is bursting at the seams with different hobbies and projects of his.

Skiing Santa Fe. Yes, that's a Tigger suit.

13. I don't think he ever stops thinking, wondering and dreaming.  

14. He is confident, but not arrogant.

15. He loves his pipe, fedora and suspenders because he's secretly from 1950. 

Straight out of the blues.

16. He loves his bike. In Amarillo he would get all dressed for work and ride it downtown, taking it up in the elevator. Here in the metroplex he mourns his bike-less commute.

17. He can build and fix anything. Our porch swing is just sitting in the storage closet waiting for a proper porch to be on!

18. He has unshakable faith that I envy and don't quite understand. 

The peaceful Pudget Sound in Seattle.

19. He has a beautiful singing voice. When we were first dating and I was in Hawaii, he would learn songs and serenade me over the phone; now he does the same for Maeve. He only sings for his girls and for God.

20. He is NOT a sporty-mcsport guy! I did not grow up in a huge sports house, but Adam did. He loves to play sports, especially baseball, but not watch. Last year he didn't know who was playing in the Super Bowl day of. I love that!!

21. He's not afraid to speak his mind, but always treads lightly when doing so.

22. He is really good at surprises. He had my engagement ring for a year before he proposed. 

In our house. In our closet. In his suit pocket. 

Moments after he proposed. Someone saw the whole thing take place on the beach.

23.He would live forever off of Chinese, Indian and fried okra if he could.
24. He loves the arts. 

25. His desire to have adventures together. The first summer after we were together we took a trip to New York and DC together and stayed in a hostel, exploring everything until the wee hours. We were 18 and 19. The adventures have just built from there. 

NYC

26. His unexpected taste in literature. His favorite books are "Walden" (Henry Thoreau) and "At the Mountains of Madness" (H.P. Lovecraft.) 

27.  I don't mean to brag, but have you seen this guy? He is incredibly handsome!

Almost One

Well, it's almost here! Last week our little peanut hit eleven months, and in just twenty-six days she'll be a year old! How did this happen? Where did the year go?! I've been working on choosing a theme for her birthday for weeks, and debating birthday ideas with friends for even longer. We've decided to go with ladybugs for our sweet little lady and an outdoor picnic before some (optional, and dependent on weather) pool time. Can't wait to get these and send them out! Now, onto crafts and decorations for the party---hello pinterest!!

Stationery card

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Boston in a Day

Most everyone knows I'm from Pawtucket, RI, born just outside Boston in Norwood, Massachusetts. I've seen Boston many a time, though not in recent years, but this was the first time Adam had ever been. We're hoping to plan a New England trip again in the coming years. One where he and I can explore and see old friends in Rhode Island, where I lived, danced, went to school. Maybe get extra touristy and watch the leaves change. ;) We had a day to explore until we needed to be back at the airport for our flight home and we made the most of it. 

Union Oyster House with my sweet.

We had another amazing meal, this time at the Union Oyster House, the oldest restaurant in America. Lobster, clams, oyster, chowder. YUM!! Maeve was seated next to my mom and kept trying to pet her lunch. Hilarious. 

Trying to pet the lobster like a doggie.

After lunched we walked over to Faneuil Hall to explore the shops, street performers and the Freedom Trail.  We gathered up a few souvenirs too: a beer stein for Adam, and a "future Harvard freshman" romper for Maeve. Right in front of Faneuil Hall is the statue of Sam Adams, and not far to his left is the park bench where my dad proposed to my mom after a Neil Diamond concert. 

Mom & Dad, married 27 years this February.

Adam and me in front of Sam Adams at Faneuil Hall.

We are big tour fans. Ghost tours, historic tours, brewery tours...had we had more time we would have loved to take one of the Freedom Trail, but instead we speed walked a third of it. We made it to the airport in the nick of time too, and Maeve was an exhausting handful while we were parked on the tarmac for 30min. 

My two favorite people! Our sweet wiggle-worm was full of loud (but happy) shrieks on the plane.

Thank goodness Adam was there because I felt like my arms couldn't hold her squirmy self any longer. As stressful as flying to my parents with her at eight weeks was, even with help this was a lot harder. Not gonna lie, we're both a little terrified of what it's going to be like when we fly to Hawaii at Christmas. Luckily, she gave up pretty quickly in flight and made for a peaceful ride home, sleeping in Adam's lap.

Landing in DFW at 10:30pm she was sound asleep.

Maine by Whirlwind

The Bush's vacation home in Kennebunkport, Maine

Our last two days in New England were a complete whirlwind. Everyone left to return to their everyday lives save the "O"s, O'Connells and my frousin Shannon. Naturally this could only mean one thing. Roadtrip to Maine! We piled back into cars and headed up the highway to Kennebunkport, Maine. Our Great-Aunt Barbara has a summer camp there and needed to pick up a few things and it afforded us some beautiful scenery and even more lobster. 

(Did I mention we ate our weight in lobster over those four days? Yum!!)

That would be Adam's two foot long lobster roll. And yes, he ate the entire thing.

Ready for lobster! ;)

We ate lunch at The Bull & Claw. A local restaurant in Wells, Maine it had been established in the 1970s and looked it; don't get me wrong here, the food was incredible, but it looked like all that had changed was the staff and their dishrags in the last forty years. Maybe it was the lack of sleep but Shannon and I got a fit of the giggles when they brought out an ancient highchair on wheels. I seriously believe it was original to the place, it wasn't terribley good at keeping her contained but Maeve loved using it to launch herself away from the table (repeatedly). 

Maeve's fancy chair circa 1973

Maine was beautiful, surprise, surprise. It was a cool and wet kind of Sunday. When we drove past the beach we rolled our windows down to taste the gray salty air and I so wanted to stop and take a walk on the beach. The weather all weekend was such a relief from our Texas heat. We've had a break this week with some much needed rain and a drop in temperatures, but when we left it was 106* here and 80* in Westford. Yes, please. The food was incredible; I literally had lobster for every meal but breakfast. Makes me hungry just thinking about it! The extra time with Aunt Barbara was a luxury, she can make you laugh like nobody's business and in small ways reminds me of our Granio. She's a hoot and a half with her stories and running commentary. She made the trip all the more fun.

At Aunt Barbara's in Maine

Frousins

With my parents ❤

Aunt Barbara, my mother and Shannon

On Monday we said goodbye to Shannon as her limo drove her away. The horror on her face when she realized her dad had sent a limo makes me laugh to think about, and my dad thought it too funny not to poke her and kept announcing to the entire dining room that her limo had arrived with her driver. 

Madame Shannon and her driver Pip, she's just fancy like that.

Barbara was off to pack for her upcoming trip, so with a hug and a kiss she was gone too and the "O"s and O'Connells were en route to Boston for a day of exploration for Adam. 

Sweet Maevey Bean and her Great-great Aunt Barbara

Stories for the Kids

It is said that "Great stories happen to those who can tell them." One of my favorite things about my dad is his gift for just that, storytelling. I think it tends to drive my mom crazy, and I can't quite read my brother, but I love hearing the same stories over and over. "Tell the one about the bees in the barn...or the time you were Santa Claus...or when you proposed...or when you had the ponies...OH!! Tell about the Middle East!" And he knows, and he smirks and he tells it. 

Two of our storytellers, Dad and "Uncle" Kurt 

Turns out he's not the only storyteller in our family. One of the fun things about our weekend in New England was all the family. Though we were missing a few (hello out there Florida Hansons!!) we were a pretty big group. Cousins upon cousins, from the Hanson, Blanchard and O'Connell sides. The stories were my favorite part. My dad's cousin Mary Lou, daughter to our grandfather's oldest brother, held us captive with stories of our great-grandparents and their boys. Telling what she remembered of our great-grandmother Mary-Katherine, an Irish beauty who came over on her sister's birth certificate; of our opinionated great-grandfather and his five tall, rowdy Irish boys. How, though none of them was born a Patrick (there was our PopPop Francis, a John, a Billy...) They were all called Pat. Big Pat, Baby Pat, Middle Pat....and how she remembered mail came to her father and several of his brothers often addressed to Patrick O'Connell. :) Our Great-Aunt Barbara, our Granio's younger sister, had stories to share. Quick to make you laugh, and wonder about what she and her two sisters must have been like as girls. Uncles and cousins were there to tell stories of summers spent in Westford. Of the family farm, of Kimball's ice cream, of the church and the school. Life before us.

The family.

Adam and Dad did a switch for memories sake.

 We spent the weekend listening; piling into cars our parents and uncles and great-aunts drove. Children again, for a weekend. Seperated at our own "kids" table, coming quickly when were told the "grown ups" were ready to move on and then lauging that we fell into old roles so quickly, all of us now adults. We took a family guided tour of all things Westford. A hazy memory to me, it was new to some and so special to share.

That's right. They are feeding my ten month old baby a hot fudge sundae from Kimballs. 

Blanchard Girls. Kaitlin (25) Kailyn (24) Shannon (28) Becca (20)