Category Archives: Ian

Movin’ to the country . . .

gonna eat a lot of peaches.  Or rather, pumpkins and corn and apples and squash because that’s what we’ve got in Seattle right now.

But really, I have been thinking a lot lately about moving to country.  I think it’s a combination of

  • the fact that it’s truly fall here in Seattle now
  • I’ve been doing all this organic research and thinking about where our food comes from (why not grow/raise it myself on my own farm?)
  • Spending time out in a beautiful state park in Enumclaw last weekend for Jason’s half-ironman (more on that, I promise)
  • Feeling like the world is going to hell in a hand basket and maybe, just maybe, us city folk can escape to the country and start a new life . . .

All this being said, it was perfect timing for us to go out to Snohomish to the pumpkin patch this weekend.

First, I must stand corrected.  The Farm at Swan’s Trail was no pumpkin patch, folks.   This was a pumpkin patch PLUS lots of farm animals, kittens, a corn maze, orchard, big red barn, tractor hay rides, playground, food, etc. You know me, even if I wasn’t into being a farmer right now, if there are large furry animals and kittens there, I’M SOLD.

While we were there I started dreaming of opening a bed and breakfast on a little farm some day, raising mini-cattle, picking my own apples, sitting on my wraparound porch drinking a pumpkin spice latte, letting Lizzie run free . . . you get the idea.

Doesn’t it sound wonderful?

It is just a dream at the moment.  But we still had a ton of fun on Saturday!

(There’s a video at the end of the photos.)

View the rest of our photos.

Thanks, Jessica, for suggesting this great adventure!

An un-haggard end to summer

What have the Haggards been doing for the last month?  We haven’t been too haggard (ha ha).  Here’s some news on Ian and otherwise.

Ian had his own personal Shawshank Redemption moment last weekend. But, it kind of backfired on him . . . It started when he managed to crawl out of his crib during nap time. In his attempt to get the door open he locked himself in. Unfortunately the door handle had a key lock so we couldn’t pick it.

Jason put a ladder (a very unsteady one I might add) up to his bedroom window and tried to explain to him how to open it.  I am thankful Ian could not figure it out.  It’s one thing to have a toddler, it’s another thing to have a toddler that can open second-story windows.  We ended up calling a locksmith.

Ian’s in a big-boy bed–for obvious reasons.  The transition has gone very well.  So far he stays in his bed when it’s time to sleep and does not get out until we come in to get him.  He thinks his bed is very cool.  I think it’s very cute.

Jason is getting ready for the Black Diamond Half-Ironman. September 24th–less than two weeks to go.  He’s been very diligent about getting his workouts in, even after a long day of work.  On Labor Day he biked 92 miles, part of the way in the pouring rain.  We met him halfway through to provide snacks and he showed me his soaking wet socks.  I almost cried for him.  I hate having cold feet, but he was not even close to traumatized.

He says he doesn’t feel ready for the race, but I think he’s going to do great.   If anyone in Seattle is interested, we would love to see you out in Enumclaw to cheer Jason on!

I’ve got energy! After the miscarriage I felt like I didn’t have to sleep an extra five hours a day.  And when I looked around and saw just how dirty my house was and how unorganized things seemed, I went at it.  My house is much cleaner, and I’ve gotten some projects done.  Our fall schedule is getting busier, but I think I can actually handle it.

We’re eating (drinking?) a lot of smoothies. It’s our new breakfast thing, thanks to Alyssa.  Ian loves them because he thinks the blender is really cool and the smoothies are sweeter than cheesy eggs and toast, which he usually gets.  I love them because I put spinach and carrots in his smoothie and he doesn’t mind.  Jason loves them because when he makes them he gets to use his Magic Bullet.

Bible Study Fellowship. Ian & I are back to school.  Well, I guess I am, and Ian is just beginning.  We started our BSF class on Tuesday mornings.  Ian has his own toddler class where he’s learning about the book of Isaiah, just like I am.  I am very impressed with the curriculum they have for kids and I am already enjoying my own study, just a couple days in.

Ian is talking up a storm. Most of what he says is in his own personal language (which also includes growls), but he’s been adding more English into his vocabulary, too.  Some of his new words are walk, big truck (sounds like bee-tah), bike, bus, bite (as in “I want a bite of whatever you’re eating”) and Bible (sounds like bah-tee).  He’s into the Bs.

Big trucks and Daddy. These are Ian’s two favorite topics as of late.  He talks about them constantly, particularly on Mondays.  It’s the first day after a weekend with Jason AND not one, but two, big trucks (garbage and recycling or yard waste) come by our house.  I spend a lot of time explaining that Daddy went back to work and trying to be as excited about “bee-tahs” as Ian is.

Toddler school. This is what we call Ian’s play group, though it’s really nothing like school at all yet.  Now we’re kicking it up a notch by visiting a local museum one week every month and doing a creative movement class another week of the month, taught by Jessica.  I’m sure I’ll have some interesting photos or videos to share in the coming months.

Winter garden or deep-freezing? That has been my question.  I picked my gardening neighbor’s brain about doing a fall/winter garden and she suggested we build a cloche.  That got me very excited about having our own produce all year round.  But getting a deep freezer to freeze all the meals I’ve been making with my new-found energy also excites me.  For budgetary reasons, I had to choose.

I have heard our winter here is going to be very cold and snowy and I fear anything I might attempt to grow will die.  In order to save my very fragile gardening ego (this summer’s garden did NOT go well), I’ve decided to go with the deep freezer.  I’m going to amend our soil with compost and plant a cover crop now for through the winter (don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about?!).  Maybe we’ll try to do the cloche next spring.

That’s about it.  I promise I won’t take so long to blog again.

Our SLR camera broke and I haven’t been taking many photos with our little Canon.  Enjoy what’s there!

18 months

Look at this kid.  He’s so good lookin.’

You’ll notice from these photos that he doesn’t look like a baby anymore–he’s a little boy.  They say these sort of things happen, but I’m not sure how it did.

Here are some things Ian likes to do right now:

  • Run, jump & climb.  On the couch, coffee table, bed, stairs, boxes, chairs, etc.
  • Practice walking on the balance beam at the park
  • Get up close and say hi to dogs he sees (but he’s not yet ready to actually pet them).  He’s not so shy with cats.
  • Say “bye bye”.  We say bye bye to everything these days.  Even when we’re not actually going bye bye.
  • Watch all the kids at the playground.  A school down the street uses our neighborhood park as their playground.  When several classes show up and take over, all the action fascinates him.  He eventually will join in and find one or more big boys and do what they’re doing.  The other day it was all I could do to keep him from joining in on a soccer practice that was happening in the field next to the playground.
  • Play with his dump truck.  He even makes the “vroom vroom” noises, it’s very cute.
  • Practice going up on and down the stairs on his feet.  He can come down the bottom step all by himself but needs help with the rest.
  • Singing and dancing.  He loves music.  He’s got some great moves and I think, a beautiful voice.
  • Help Mom with chores.  He loves sweeping, vacuuming and helping me carry grocery bags.  He loves it when I tell him he’s very strong.  He also helps make bread by pouring the measuring cups full of flour in the bowl for me.
  • Use his monster voice, which sounds like a low growl.
  • Touch the computer and throw his food off his tray.  These are two things he’s NOT allowed to do.
  • Wrestle with and get chased by his dad.  He also loves it when Jason throws him on the bed.
  • Water the plants in our pots and garden.  He knows to go over to his kiddie pool and fill his watering can up.
  • Figure out how things work.  He’s just like his dad in this way–studying things, pulling them apart (if he can), seeing how they move, etc.
  • Read books.  Yes, we can now sit still enough to do these sort of things.  He has several favorites including Mummy’s Little Bush Babies, Goodnight Moon, I am a Bunny, I am a Kitten, Goodnight, Gorilla, and Jesus Storybook Bible.
  • Sleep.  He’s now taking 3 to 4 hour naps in the afternoon.  Jason says sleep is his superpower.
  • Swing.  Sometimes that’s the only thing he wants to do at the park.
  • Give his mom kisses & hugs.  I love, love, love this.
  • Play with his friends.  Here’s a couple photos of them in action:

It’s amazing to me how much Ian understands now.  I can give him simple directions to go find a specific item or get his shoes or coat and he knows exactly what to do.  He’s not very verbal yet, though.  His vocab includes hi, Daddy, Momma, Lizzie, kitty, all gone (which sounds like ahh gaw), bath, and bye bye.

Besides going to the park regularly, we’re also getting out on family bike rides when the weather is nice.  Ian didn’t like riding in the trailer and wearing his helmet initially, but now he tolerates it.  I was even surprised one day when Jason rode off on his bike and Ian, who was watching from the window, ran over to the bike trailer, got in and tried to put his helmet on.  He wanted to go, too!

Here’s a photo of the Haggard men on one of our rides.  We stopped at Gasworks on the way home for an evening picnic.

There are so many things I hope and desire for Ian, it overwhelms me at times.  I am reading The Power of a Praying Parent right now and it’s helping me to help put all these thoughts into prayers.

One of the things that routinely comes to mind is Ian’s strength.  He has always been very strong.  He could hold his head up and stand with help on the day he was born.  The other day I saw him lift a 12 pack of soda by himself.  My prayer is that he would use his strength for good–to protect and take care of others.  As a big brother, as a Haggard man, as a man of God.

Here’s a few photos to leave you with.  The first is of Ian & I on Mother’s Day.  I’m the one usually taking the photos, so it’s rare to get one of the two of us.

And here are a couple comparison photos.  The first was taken at about eight months and the second just a few weeks ago, both at the Gorge.

Enjoy our photos from May and June.

The new year around here

Almost a month of nothing going on here.  Enough is enough.  So, here you go.

First, Jason turned 34 on January 2nd.  His Christ year is over.  He says that 34 is mid-thirties and that makes him uncomfortable because the only thing that can come after that is your late thirties.  I reminded him that I’m 27 but that didn’t make him feel any better.

What did make him feel better is his surprise game night birthday party!  This included being kidnapped and escorted around town as See-no-Evil, Hear-no-Evil.

As you can see, Jason was not, by any means, emotionally traumatized by his abduction.  I was slightly traumatized that he ate salted caramel ice cream without me.

Jason & his crew (Jordan & Stacy) ended up here at our house.  They pulled around back and cranked up “New York State of Mind” from the car’s stereo and made him sing his heart out.  Little did he know party people were looking on.  Nothing seems to embarrass the man.  He was so delighted when he pulled off his headgear and realized that 20 people were listening to him.

After that we all came in out of the cold and hunkered down for a night of games.  There was the geek table (for Settlers or something of the sort) and the regular people table (for the non-geniuses).  You can guess which one Jason was at and which one I was at.

All in all I think the party was a success because my carrot cake turned out fabulously and Jason couldn’t stop talking about how amazing it all was as we were falling asleep that night.

Second, let’s talk about Ian.  He’s not just walking now, he’s running.  I’ve been taking him out in the neighborhood and on trips to the park.  The first thing he does once he gets outside is pick up a rock and hold it for the duration of the walk.  Or sometimes he’ll swap rocks out for other ones, but either way we come home with at least one.  The bothersome thing is that fists full of rocks don’t break falls on to the pavement very well.  Hence, we come home with scraped up knuckles a lot.

Although Ian doesn’t say a whole lot of words yet, he likes to say “hiiiiiiiiieeeeeey” which means “Hi” and “da da” or “daddy”, and I swear he said “Hi kitty” once.  He also likes to talk baby talk to Lizzie (I wonder where he got that from).

Though his speaking vocab is limited, he’s understanding a lot.  If I ask him where his sippy or his shoes are he’ll go find them.  He knows when we’re going to take a bath or go outside (and gets very excited).  When I tell him Daddy is coming home he runs to the window to look for him.  And the pudgy little smiley face of Ian greeting Jason at the window after a long day of work must make him feel like a million bucks.

Third, I’m starting to do some contracted writing work from home.  I’ve been thinking about doing something like this for a while and a great project came my way writing and revising web copy.  I’m excited about this because 1) I’m writing 2) skills I acquired in previous jobs are coming into play 3) I get to help somebody!  Maybe I’ll shared the details and finished product at some point.

For these and other reasons I have sadly not completed any of my new year organizing projects.  But the thought of them still excites me.

Lastly, I’m praying for some inspiration and ideas for this blog.  Nothing very good is coming to me, but it will gosh darnit.

I’ll leave you with a recent family photo of us taken in Atlanta.  The kid is so photogenic.  He just can’t take a bad picture!

Our life just got a whole lot busier

Ian’s 1st birthday

I know, I know, it’s already been five days since Ian’s birthday and not a peep on this blog about all the festivities.  Well, we were busy partying!  I really did hope to post sooner, but there was so much going on that now is the first time I have a few quiet, uninterrupted moments.

First, I will say that it has been such a joyful year.  I didn’t realize how emotional I would be as I looked back on the day Ian came into this world and all the memories since.  It’s just blessing after blessing getting to know him as he grows and changes every day. 

And change he has!  Take a look, from the first day all the way to the 365th.

I look back and miss the days when he was so small, yet Jason keeps reminding me that it is getting better and better.  And it is.

And now for the birthday details . . .

Ian woke up on the morning of his birthday to both Mom and Dad.  Jason slept in a little so he could be there to spend a few minutes with him and of course, Ian was very excited.  We opened a birthday card from Grandma Terri (we already celebrated at her house over Thanksgiving) and a gift from Jordan & Elysia.  Only Jordan would give a one year old an Italian sweater.  But boy does he look good in it.

Jason & Ian played a bit and I cried a little because that’s what you do when you’re a first-time mom and your baby boy turns the big O-N-E.  Jason let Ian play with his alarm clock and when he pressed the button the song “These Are the Days” by 10,000 Maniacs came on.  That’s when the tears started coming.

I recovered and Jason was sadly off to work.  And then it was time to get ready to go to the zoo to meet Alyssa & Alaythia!

Ian’s first zoo visit was unfortunately not the most enjoyable one.  It was the first really cold day of winter and I just wasn’t thinking and packed very lightly.  No mittens, no blanket, no wipes, no toys to distract, etc.  When we couldn’t find an indoor place to have lunch we sat down at a park bench and within minutes Ian was in tears because his hands were little ice blocks and his face was red, raw, and cold. 

But here’s one of the okay moments (unfortunately no animals pictured):

We only saw a few animals and by the time we found an indoor play space it was pretty much time to go home.  Tired, frazzled, cold.  That’s what we were when we left.  So when we got home we both crashed in bed for a while.   

Jason came home a bit early and we headed to Ian’s one year doctor’s visit.  Dr. Cullen says all is well.  He’s shot up to the 50% mark in height and is 21 lbs 6 oz.  He especially liked it when Dr. Cullen let him play with her fancy electronic thermometer/ear checker.

After that we were off to Trophy Cupcakes!  That is of course what one does when one turns one year old. 

Triple Chocolate it was.  Nothing else would do.  Unfortunately he didn’t have it until the next day because it was right before bed time.  Poor planning on our part.

When Ian finally did eat that Triple Chocolate (and when I say “eat” I mean the entire thing, including the mound of frosting on top) he was shortly thereafter doing laps around the living room chasing Lizzie.   Maybe next time not the whole thing.  But hey, you gotta party like you’re one year old!

Dad & Linda came to visit starting on Thursday and helped us get ready for Ian’s birthday party on Saturday.  Jason spent most of the day in the kitchen preparing the food and Linda served as sous chef.  Ian got all spiffied up and even tried on his lederhosen to get the adrenaline pumping for the party.

Part of all that party prep included making a cake, of course.   And cake we had–a big chocolate one (made by Jason and decorated by Linda) and yellow buttercream cupcakes. 

Shortly after everyone arrived and scarfed down some of the delicious food, we sang Ian “Happy Birthday” and presented him with his fashionable and delicious cake. 

[Note: the first singing of “Happy Birthday” is for his actual birthday and the second is at his party]

He ended up eating one of the yellow buttercream cupcakes, as did I.  They were so good I will say they legitimately compete with anything Trophy has.  Ian agrees.

We hung out after that and opened some presents, including a new motorcycle jacket from Grandpa.

There ends the birthday celebration.  I will say, all in all, it was quite a nice one.  We’re sad Grandpa Bill & Grandma Becky and Grandma Terri couldn’t be there, but hope all the photos and video will suffice.

Cheers to the Bo Bee-an!

Ten months

Saturday Ian turned ten months old.  He’s progressed and changed in so many ways in the last couple months, it’s hard to remember and report it all, but I will do my best.

We’ll start with food because  I think that’s always a good place to start.  Ian will pretty much eat anything, but his favorites right now are roasted potatoes, whole wheat pancakes or toast, blueberries and broccoli. He’s developed his pincer grasp and he’s got 4 teeth (and 3 more coming in) so he can manage feeding himself most of the time.   Right now he’s in a carbo loading stint, but he’s also had a protein phase and a cheerio inhaling phase.

In the last week Ian has had his first lick of an ice cream cone and his first cheetoo.  These happened when he was in Dad’s arms and I wasn’t looking.  I didn’t mind the ice cream (as you can tell) but was a bit disturbed about the cheetoo since Jason shoved the whole thing in Ian’s mouth.  We are all still alive, though.

I’m not sure if this will always be the case, but it seems that where Ian meets and exceeds developmental milestones is in the physical activity department.  He can pull himself up to a standing position and hold on with one hand.  In the past couple days he’s showing more interest in walking if we are holding his arms up.

Ian’s also motoring around very quickly and can make it up the stairs by himself.  We go up with him and cheer when he gets to the top.  He loves it.  We haven’t found a way to block off the stairs going up so he tries a lot to climb them when we’re not by his side.  One time he made it all the way up and was playing in the bathroom before I noticed.  After my heart stopped pounding, I thanked God Ian didn’t try to come back down the stairs!

In September Ian finished up his tot swimming lessons and had his first experience “kicking” the soccer ball around with Dad.  He’s also been really great about being pushed along in the BOB when I go on my runs (not that that’s really strenuous for him).  He usually lulls himself into comatose state until we get home.  Then he’s excited because he gets to chew on my water bottle while I do some stretching.

Ian’s also become very aware of music.  If he hears it on the computer, on the TV or in the car he starts bobbing up and down.  He loves when we dance with him.  He’s discovered he can reach up and plunk away on the keys of the piano, so last week  I pulled out the little piano that Noah gave him to see what he would think of the pint-sized version.  He spent a good ten minutes banging away (both on the keys and on the wood top) in his room by himself .  We brought it downstairs and put it next to the big piano and he’s managed to start playing them both at the same time.

Ian’s most consistent little playmate is Alaythia.  They spend at least two or three days a week with each other and have become good buds.  

I see Ian’s good-natured but very physical personality come out most when he’s with Alaythia.   She’ll sit happily in one place, nesting cups, pulling things in and out of boxes, pushing buttons, pulling knobs on toys.  By the time she’s done studying one toy Ian has circled the room three times, tried to topple a lamp over, found a piece of food on the floor and shoved it in his mouth, and then come over and grabbed her face and/or hair for a follow-up snack.  He’s not mean-spirited about any of it (though sometimes slightly ornery).  Mainly he’s just exploring and excited. 

Speaking of ornery, that’s a good way of putting Ian’s difficult times, which really aren’t all that bad yet.  When he’s tired or annoyed he will scrunch up his face at you.  If he’s doing something he’s not supposed to do sometimes he’ll laugh in a slightly rebellious sort of way, since he’s glad he’s gotten everybody’s attention.  He’s also taken to dropping food and his sippy cup off of his tray when he doesn’t want them anymore.  He’s not angry in these times, just mildly annoyed things are not as he thinks they should be.  When he does get frustrated is when he’s forced to lie still while he’s getting changing or I take an object away from  him that he’s excited about.

Ian’s had some more firsts, too: his first ferry ride, his first visit to a pumpkin patch, his first petting zoo experience with a mild-mannered goat, and his first cut (from a faceplant into the staircase). He also recently had a visit from Grandpa Brad & Linda and Jordan & Elysia have returned from Europe, so he’s gotten a lot of hugs, snuggles, and smiles.  Elysia‘s been especially entertaining for him (while I get some kid-free moments).

That’s about it (well, not really, but it’ll do for now).  If you want to know more, you’ll just have to come visit and see the little bugger for yourself.

Here are September and October‘s photos, for your viewing enjoyment.

8 months

The rumors are true–the man’s on the move. He only spent a couple of days rocking back and forth on his hands and knees before he took off like there’s no tomorrow.

As you can see, since learning to crawl a little less than a week ago, there have been some bumps and bruises along the way. Sometimes he gets upset but other times I hear a thud that sounds like it hurts and he just keeps cruisin’ along.

We escaped the heat wave last week at Kabyn & Alyssa‘s and so he spent the first few days crawling around their very cool basement. Since we’ve returned home he has had so much fun exploring our house. The specifics of this include sticking his fingers in the box fan, getting stuck under furniture, grabbing electrical cords, and pushing the garbage can around. On to babyproofing.

We are also working on the appropriate etiquette for giving the cat lovies, which does not include excitedly grabbing and pinching (we have tried the latter approach and surprisingly it doesn’t seem to be working).

Ian also got his first two teeth a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t even notice until we were sitting waiting at the doctor’s office and I just happened to look into his mouth and saw them. He wasn’t fussy at all prior to them popping up, but he had chewed the corner off one of his board books earlier that day so I guess I should’ve seen it coming.

We’ve also got some crib antics going on which is not making getting to sleep so easy. For some reason naps are not a problem, but at bedtime I lay him down, he starts crying, and immediately sits himself up in the corner of his crib. He remains there, crying, until he gets so exhausted that he lays the upper half of his body down. This half-laying/half-sitting position looks incredibly uncomfortable. He only sleeps for about 20 minutes before I think his legs fall asleep and it wakes him up, only to start the whole process over again. Oh, son.

Ian is also waving, though not always at the appropriate social moments, just whenever he gets the hankering to do so. He also loves doing his cheer squad move.

And here’s his most recent look–frustrated and annoyed.

He starts snorting when he gives this look, though unfortunately you can’t enjoy that pleasant experience through the photo.

Though he’s still the fun-loving, good natured guy we’ve come to know and love, he is having more “moments.” The ones where he does not want to sit still on the changing pad or he’s upset he can’t chew on a cord or the boob or bottle just isn’t coming to him fast enough. We will call these precious moments. I am sure looking back with my fuzzy memory I will nostalgically remember them that way.

Lastly, his favorite past time is jumping. The exersaucer is a bit passe at this point because he just can’t get the height he’s hoping for. Until we put him in Alaythia’s jumperoo. That did the trick.

Here’s to 8 months of fun!

Ian’s baby dedication

It has been over a week ago now, but I have wanted to share what Jason and I read at Ian’s baby dedication on June 6th.

We chose to have the dedication at home. We decided to do this instead of going up on stage at church because it was very important to us that we be surrounded by our community. These are the people who will help us show Ian who Jesus is.

Jason read Psalm 93. He has been reading through the Psalms for quite some time, seeking to find God there. He picked this psalm because it was simple and just talked about who God is.

I read a passage from the The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis. For those of you who have not read it, it is about an orphaned boy named Shasta who finds himself leaving home and being swept up in an adventure he never could’ve dreamed up on his own. It is on this journey that he truly starts to understand who he is. I really desire that Ian will have many encounters with Jesus the way Shasta does with Aslan. I desire that for myself and for Jason, too.

From Chapter 11, “The Unwelcome Fellow Traveler”:

“The Thing (unless it was a Person) went on beside him so very quietly that Shasta began to hope he had only imagined it. But just as he was becoming quite sure of it, there suddenly came a deep, rich sigh out of the darkness beside him. That couldn’t be imagination! Anyway, he had felt the hot breath of that sigh on his chilly left hand.

If the horse had been any good–or if he had known how to get any good out of the horse–he would have risked everything on a breakaway and a wild gallop. But he knew he couldn’t make that horse gallop. So he went on at a walking pace and the unseen companion walked and breathed beside him. At last he could bear it no longer.

“Who are you?” he said, scarcely above a whisper.

“One who has waited long for you to speak,” said the Thing. Its voice was not loud, but very large and deep.

“Are you–are you a giant?” asked Shasta.

“You might call me a giant,” said the Large Voice. “But I am not like the creatures you call giants.”

“I can’t see you at all,” said Shasta, after staring very hard. Then (for an even more terrible idea had come into his head) he said, in almost a scream, “You’re not–not something dead, are you? Oh please–please do go away. What harm have I ever done you? Oh, I am the unluckiest person in the whole world!”

Once more he felt the warm breath of the Thing on his hand and face. “There,” it said, “that is not the breath of a ghost. Tell me your sorrows.”

Shasta was a little reassured by the breath: so he told how he had never known his real father or mother and had been brought up sternly by the fisherman. And then he told the story of his escape and how they were chased by the lions and forced to swim for their lives; and of all their dangers in Tashbaan and about his night among the tombs and how the beasts howled at him out of the desert. And he told about the heat and thirst of their desert journey and how they were almost at their goal when another lion chased them and wounded Aravis. And also, how very long it was since he had had anything to eat.

“I do not call you unfortunate,” said the Large Voice.

“Don’t you think it was bad luck to meet so many lions?” said Shasta.

“There was only one lion,” said the Voice.

“What on earth do you mean? I’ve just told you there were at least two the first night and–”

“There was only one: but he was swift of foot.”

“How do you know?”

“I was the lion.” And as Shasta gaped with open mouth and said nothing, the Voice continued. “I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the Horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.”

“Then it was you who wounded Aravis?”

“It was I.”

“But what for?”

“Child,” said the Voice, “I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own.”

“Who are you?” asked Shasta.

“Myself,” said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again “Myself,” loud and clear and gay: and then the third time “Myself,” whispered so softly you could hardly hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all around you as if the leaves rustled with it.

Shasta was no longer afraid that the Voice belonged to something that would eat him, nor that it was the voice of a ghost. But a new and different sort of trembling came over him. Yet he felt glad too.

The mist was turning from black to gray and from gray to white. This must have begun to happen some time ago, but while he had been talking to the Thing he had not been noticing anything else. Now, the whiteness around him became a shining whiteness; his eyes began to blink. Somewhere ahead he could hear birds singing. He knew the night was over at last. He could see the mane and ears and head of the horse quite easily now. A golden light fell on them from the left. He thought it was the sun.

He turned and saw, pacing beside him, taller than the horse, a Lion. The horse did not seem to be afraid of it or else could not see it. It was from the Lion that the light came. No one ever saw anything more terrible or beautiful.

Luckily Shasta had lived all his life too far south in Calormen to have heard the tales that were whispered in Tashbaan about a dreadful Narnian demon that appeared in the form of a lion. And of course he knew none of the true stories about Aslan, the great Lion, the son of the Emperor-over-the-sea, the King above all High Kings in Narnia. But after one glance at the Lion’s face he slipped out of the saddle and fell at its feet. He couldn’t say anything but then he didn’t want to say anything, and he knew he needn’t say anything.

The High King above all kings stooped toward him. Its mane, and some strange solemn perfume that hung about the mane, was all around him. It touched his forehead with its tongue. He lifted his face and their eyes met. Then instantly the pale brightness of the mist and the fiery brightness of the Lion rolled themselves together into a swirling glory and gathered themselves up and disappeared. He was along with the horse on a grassy hillside under a blue sky. And there were birds singing.”

(p173-178)

I know that God was very pleased with Ian’s dedication and I know Jason and I felt very loved by our community. We were sad that a lot of family couldn’t be there, but hope this sharing gives a good idea of where our hearts and minds were at on this day and what we hope for Ian.

We didn’t take many pictures, but we did get a good one of the babes.

6 months

Ian passed the 6 month mark last week. For some reason, this seems like a big deal to me. He’s not a little bitty baby anymore but he’s certainly getting more fun every day. This month has been packed with activities and milestones.

First, Ian has become a wiggling maniac. I can barely get a diaper on him because he moves fast and he’s strong. The other day I had the changing pad on the bathroom floor and ran into his room to get a diaper, only to come back and find him completely off of the pad, a foot away, wiggling on his stomach.

Second, he’s grabbing onto everything–plastic rings, cups, and toys. I’m starting to have to pay attention when we’re sitting at the dinner table as he reaches for my plate. Whenever he sees a bottle, he starts reaching for it and can get it in his mouth with a bit of help.

Third, he’s eating solids. We started with ground turkey about two weeks ago and since then he’s had avocado, peaches, banana and rice cereal. Although he was a bit perplexed with the texture in his mouth at the beggining, he has taken to eating big people food very well.

Speaking of food, we have had some troubles in milk department. At his 6-month check-up we discovered that he is still dropping on the growth chart in weight and has started to also drop in height. Our doctor recommended that I start feeding him more often and also did some blood work on me. A few days later we discovered that my thyroid is acting up and this has probably caused my milk supply to slowly decrease.

With some supplementation I noticed quite quickly that Ian is gaining weight (thank you, lower back, for informing me) and he’s doing great now. He’s no longer picky about taking a bottle, as he’s discovered it’s a much quicker easier way to get food (sigh). We are still breastfeeding and hope to continue, but I feel as though God is helping me to hold this with an open hand.

Here’s a few other things Ian’s been up to

  • he went on his first hike
  • he’s graduated from his car seat to the big boy seat of the stroller
  • he survived his first bout of hot summer weather by cooling off in his new kiddie pool
  • he had his first cold, which I quickly got from him. He didn’t fuss much and even obliged his momma by watching the complete second DVD of Anne of Green Gables with her as she regained her health
  • had a very special baby dedication gathering (which I will talk more about later)

Every month really does get better. June will include some long distance travels to see family, including grandparents and a great grandma. We can’t wait for them to see how much he’s grown and how much of a delight he is.

View May’s photos here (most recent are at the bottom) and here.