Our neighbor & dear friend has a real camera. She captured these sweet pics of our sweet boy. The other little boy in the last photo is her 4-year old son, Jack. We love Jack too.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Baby Bedhead
I am such a huge fan of Will's bedhead. I love it. Every time he wakes up... Mangled peach fuzz... so cute. This pic does not do it justice.Here are more recent pix of our munchie. He is growing out of all of his clothes.... is super smiley (except during most diaper changes and baths).... and, as his dad likes to say, eats like a horse.
We are officially hooked!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
We'll Miss You
My grandma passed away on October 1 -- she was 96. Because Will is so little, I opted against the cross-country flight to the funeral. But, I did send a few thoughts along to be read at the service along with the other grandchildren. Posted below.
Zina Robinson Nutter Smith
Grandma Nutter was the whole package. Beauty queen, design diva, top chef, party maven. And for me, she was the world’s best Grandma.
My first memories of her are being held and sung to in a rocking chair at the old cabin in Colorado. She sang, “Bye baby bunting, papa’s gone a-hunting…” and a handful of other old-school lullabies that I still remember.
We always looked forward to visits to California. Grandma would reserve the ‘best chairs’ for us at the breakfast table in Corona… the window seat… for porridge and toast. To some, porridge is just oatmeal, but to us it was magical and included Grandma’s daily recitation of Goldie Locks and the Three Bears.
We also loved to sit in the bathroom and watch while she did her hair. In those days SHE was Goldie Locks. Each morning she’d let her long “blonde” hair fall down her back as she set her bangs and then she’d tie up the rest in a perfect bun finished with a bun cover & pin. My favorite was silver and turquoise.
I can still smell the familiar scent of Grandma’s house. It was uniquely hers as it followed her from Corona to the Desert to Utah and even to the motor home – which we loved, especially when it was parked in front of our house.
We will not soon forget that she invented avocado and grapefruit in green salad. Or that she owned the market on wicker elephants. Or that her shoes were always placed in the same spot in the bathroom so she’d know just where to find them. Or that she had impeccable taste in everything from curtains to butterfly costumes.
We love our Grandma Nutter. And we will miss her.
My first memories of her are being held and sung to in a rocking chair at the old cabin in Colorado. She sang, “Bye baby bunting, papa’s gone a-hunting…” and a handful of other old-school lullabies that I still remember.
We always looked forward to visits to California. Grandma would reserve the ‘best chairs’ for us at the breakfast table in Corona… the window seat… for porridge and toast. To some, porridge is just oatmeal, but to us it was magical and included Grandma’s daily recitation of Goldie Locks and the Three Bears.
We also loved to sit in the bathroom and watch while she did her hair. In those days SHE was Goldie Locks. Each morning she’d let her long “blonde” hair fall down her back as she set her bangs and then she’d tie up the rest in a perfect bun finished with a bun cover & pin. My favorite was silver and turquoise.
I can still smell the familiar scent of Grandma’s house. It was uniquely hers as it followed her from Corona to the Desert to Utah and even to the motor home – which we loved, especially when it was parked in front of our house.
We will not soon forget that she invented avocado and grapefruit in green salad. Or that she owned the market on wicker elephants. Or that her shoes were always placed in the same spot in the bathroom so she’d know just where to find them. Or that she had impeccable taste in everything from curtains to butterfly costumes.
We love our Grandma Nutter. And we will miss her.
Happy Anniversary, LOML!
If anyone had ever suggested (in my former life) that I'd spend my first anniversary staring at my 2 week-old kid, I might have taken offense. Yet, that's exactly what we did... for while before I fell asleep. And I wouldn't trade it.Of course, it sort of fits the storyline -- the tree doctor and the spin doctor fell in love over green paint, a hurricane, a weird bug and black currant stuffing... Why not move to Cincinnati, get married and have a baby all in a year?
Here's to many, many more anniversaries, my love. Thanks for showing up on my doorstep.
William Christopher Jones
Tuesday, September 16, 2008, joins the short list of my favorite days. We welcomed William Christopher Jones to our family... just before midnight. William for all of the Williams on his dad's side of the family -- both Joneses and Lukes. Christopher for my brother -- his pal in heaven. We plan to call him Will, though his dad has been trying out "Wild Bill Jones." Don't worry baby, Mommy will protect you.
He is a Jones baby with sweet blonde peachfuzz and a big, round face. He got my hands and my sneezes. Atta boy.
I never want to forget:
1. How surprised I was that his face looked so much like his 20 week ultrasound
2. How familiar his movements felt on the outside
3. How surreal the whole thing was -- lights down, calm, peaceful even
4. How I was the one calling everyone back from their chat for each contraction
5. How his grandma volunteered to cut the cord
6. How the nurse put him on the measuring table & he lifted his head to look around7. How big the grin on Scott's face was as the two of them got acquainted
8. How grateful we are to have him here
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