sorry for the long absence.  I’ve been busy, mainly just trying to keep the lid on things around here.  It is summer (finally) and we’ve been trying to spend a lot of time outside just soaking it up.

anyway, by way of getting down to business, here is a (somewhat photo-journalistic) recap of what the last month or so has looked like:

1. First, we went camping.  It was the middle of june, and seemed like a reasonably safe time to plan a camp-out, and so we went to the coast for a weekend of hiking and car-camping.

cold, wet, and windy: oregon camping in a nutshellunfortunately, the weather didn’t really cooperate.

cora hiking, 7 monthscora was a really good sport about it.  and yes, that is a full-body fleece bunting.  in june.

the pacific, cape mearsIt helped that it was so pretty.  It is hard to believe that we live in a big city but are less than 2 hours away from All Of This.

which came in handy when we packed up after only one night and went home to eat thai takeout in our living room in front of our fireplace and appreciate how dry it is inside our house.

more of cape mears

2.  Also, in May, Cora’s cousin Grey turned 1.

greydon turns 1!the party was somethin else.  Grey’s mom, (my cousin) Carrie, is really good at that sort of thing.

party hatcora’s favorite part was the bubbles.  and, obviously, the party hats.

3.  Then, a couple weeks later, uncle ben challenged uncle henry to a rib-off.

ben and ribsyben was feeling smug.  and ready to go to town on those ribs.

carrie and ribsy

We ate an ungodly amount of ribs.  In fact, somehow between the four of us we polished off four racks of ribs, a pot of beans, a large bowl of potato salad and a lot of beer.  There weren’t any leftovers.

Henry won the rib-off, but just barely.

4.  Last week Cora and I took another trip to Lake Tahoe to visit my parents (who increasingly just think of/refer to themselves as Cora’s Mimi and Granddaddy) and also my dear friend Stephanie who was out for a little vacation.

tahoe in juneLake Tahoe is pretty breathtaking in the summer.  The lake changes color (navy to teal to aqua to silver back to navy) over the course of the day, and is perfectly clear… you can see (supposedly) sixty feet below the surface.

steph and me on the sailboatmy hair is getting progressively shorter.  I should probably take Henry’s approach for a while and just not go to the hairdresser.

zephyr pointthat red house is my parent’s new digs.  their house is altogether adorable and homey, and the view is magnificent… camp is just below them.

we had a great time.  it was so good to catch up with stephanie and just get to relax at mom and dad’s.  henry stayed in portland and got a lot of studying done for his licensing exam.  I’m glad he got so much work done, but I would just like to say *for the record* that travelling alone with an infant is hard work.  especially when both parent and child have come down with respiratory infections and are feeling tired and surly.

5. Otherwise, we are just going on about our business.  Spending a lot of time in the yard trying to keep Cora from eating dirt and grass and pushing her in the swing… cooking a fair bit (though I have hit a creative slump in the kitchen and begun to hate it– I’m hoping to have a breakthrough sometime soon)… working on a revolving list of house projects that include sanding/painting the ginormous round dining table I scored off of craigslist recently… watching Cora flirt with the idea crawling and enjoying her increasingly coherent babbling and laughing.  Here are a few more recent pictures of her for Those Of You who keep asking:

playing in the laundry

cora in her swing, 8 months

and I think that about does it.  I’ll try to be a more responsible blogger in the future and not cream you in the face with a whole month’s worth of posts.

but, on the other hand, considering it has taken me a whole day just to put this one together, maybe not…

lady liberty from dumbo

Last week Cora and I went on a big adventure to New York.  One of my best friends lives in Harlem and is moving back to New Orleans next month and I decided that the time had arrived.  Plus, Henry has been trying to study for his licensing exams but keeps getting sidetracked by his job (which tends to metastasize all over his life, much to my annoyance) and his very adorable baby who is being spottily parented by his chronically sleep-deprived spouse.  So I figured it would be helpful for us to skip town for a week and get out of his hair so he could get organized and get some work done.

We had a blast. I didn’t realize how much I needed to get out of town and bust up the routine a little bit.  It was great to see Leslie… a lot of laughing and philosophizing was done, a tattoo was procured (not for me, unfortunately… I figured Henry would never let me go travelling alone again), and a boat-load of good food got eaten.  Cora had her first experience with Playground Swings, and I had my first Moment as a mama in a playground full of toddlers and expensive strollers and other mamas. Cora loved the swings.  It may have been the best part of her trip.

swing3

We stayed in Brooklyn at the house of some mutual friends, and I really really liked it.  It felt like Sesame Street and Portland mashed up together, minus the mountains and plus the whole rest of the world.  I loved hearing twenty different languages on the subway and seeing the hoards of Hasidic Jewish kids in the neighborhood.  It made me a little sad to realize how white-bread Portland is… we are going to have to intentionally look for ways to teach our kids that the rest of the world isn’t white and doesn’t shop at REI.

And mostly, it just felt like we were in the pulsing center of everything.  New York is so happenin’ and so un-American at the same time.

And at the end of the trip we went to New Jersey and stayed with Cora’s Uncle Matt and Aunt Leah for 2 days…  all in all a fantastic trip.  I’d love to do it again, but next time I’m bringing Henry.

the mall central park

harlem

greenmarket union square1

Les and Cora lower west side

shakeshack blowout

fdny

the real deal: donuts and cappuccino at tarallucci e vino

west village

do justice love mercy walk humbly

it rained a lot.

after lunch at garibaldi's

Matt, Cora, Leah, and The Atlantic Ocean

holy adorableness.  take a look at this blog I just found. and the clothes she has made for her daughters. someday I will be this cool, I am sure of it.

we are having a splendid morning… cora woke up at 7:30, and by 9:30 was down for her morning nap… and is still down an hour and a half later.  she is complying nicely with this new Schedule (thanks to the recent trip to the east coast and the ensuing jetlag.)  I don’t know what to do with myself… I painted my toenails, repotted a tomato plant that Genie obligingly left on my stoop yesterday… this followed by a vase of tulips cut from the garden! we have the nicest neighbors.

by way of catching people up, she is turning into a proper Baby… slowly figuring out how to sit up on her own, eating semi-solid food (and enjoying the wearing of it and the smearing of it on henry’s glasses even more…), and sleeping reliably through the night.  photographic evidence below.

sitting up @ 6 months

cora and the papa bear

she passionately loves rice cereal, which smells/looks to me like wallpaper paste.  she does this hysterical shark-attack routine where she tries to fall onto the spoon if we’re moving too slow for her.  I’m glad she’s happy anyway.  I’m about to go steam some sweet potatoes and see how that goes over.

well, I’m back.

I had sort of abandoned the blog in a fit of self-consciousness–after all, blogging (outside the realm of posting pictures of your kids for your family) is pretty much an exercise in narcissism regardless of how you angle it, not to mention a major cliche of sorts.  There is a nervous part of me that doesn’t want to be one of the arty mom bloggers.  And I had a good old fashioned August Funk in the middle of the winter that left me with a profound feeling of What’s The Point and an general attitude of Eff It All.  Poor Henry has been quite the patient and long-suffering spouse over the last few weeks, and is figuring out that my usually sunny disposition comes with a dark streak.

But, I’m feeling better! (I’m not dead yet!) I had a rough couple of weeks at work which made me feel that if I never darkened the door of another hospital IT WOULD BE TOO SOON, and the delicate balance I’d been maintaining of parenting being a break from working and vice versa got all screwed up.  Then I had a (very minor!) scooter wreck on Monday evening that made me feel breathlessly glad to be alive, the weather cleared up, and a tiny boy at our church fell out his second story bedroom window onto his head, which cost me a night of sleep thinking about how utterly horrifying it would be to have my child in that ICU bed hanging onto her life by a thread… to be sitting there wondering what disabilities she would have to deal with, to wonder if she would ever talk or walk or laugh again.

I had a little visit with myself and concluded that life is fragile and tenuous, God is inexplicably good to us in spite of our dreadful behavior, and it would be a crime to continue having a crappy attitude.   And also that anything can take on a narcissistic hue if you’re narcissistic enough.  (I blame Henry for even thinking about this; Narcissism was not even in my working vocabulary prior to meeting him.  dang psychologists.)  Blogging is/can be a good exercise for me in expressing my thoughts and venting and keeping track of what Cora is up to so I don’t forget… thus the return to the blog.

Anyway.  I will have some good chatty posts about The Kid and Other Stuff sometime soon.

abbie and henry at heavenlyin short: we went down to visit my mom and dad last month for a week at their new digs on the banks of lake tahoe.  my dad is the new director of zephyr cove retreat center, and got a pretty sweet little cabin on the lake in with the package.  enjoy a post long on pictures and short on discussion, as the pictures speak for themselves.

western side of mt. hood

mountains, road 1

cora and her carseat

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cora and her granddaddy

miss texas and her alter ego

lake at sunset

henry and cora

henry in hog heaven

me and mom.

cora snowshoeing

nelsons snowshoeing

cora will be an early knitter

happy afterwards

a good time was had by all.  here we are looking much happier afterward…  turns out she was hungry and was much nicer-looking after a long nurse.  she’s wearing the same gown I wore, which my mother thoughtfully brought along for the occasion.

my mom had the presence of mind to turn on the video on her camera, so I’ll post it below with a few more pictures.  henry’s lovely parents were also here from michigan– it was so sweet to have all the grandparents here to say their “we do’s” and commit “to bring her up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.”

we all traipsed up the hill and had fajitas for lunch… it went well, except that henry is on the verge of permanently banning me from cooking under the stress of my own domestic expectations (and also in heels) after an unfortunate incident that resulted in the lid not fitting on my biggest pot anymore.

ready to roll

doesn’t she look sweet in her dress?

ronn and margie

pregnancy-brain

4 months post-partum and I’m still having trouble finishing sentences promptly, getting the hair done and the makeup on and my shoes on the right feet every day.  Not to mention the laundry folded, dinner on the table, clean clothes on the baby… and this is only with one kid.  I know I’m not the only one, and I feel that I understand my mother so much more now than ever before.  But I’m wondering… when does it get better?

or does it?

new year new menew year new you

all I have to say about this is that post-baby hair cuts are easily as cathartic as post-break-up cuts, but sooo much happier.

and many thanks to carrie for doing the honors.

baby got barack

For the first time in my memory, we are inaugurating a president I am really proud of.  We seem to have elected the best man for the job, not just the lesser of two evils…  I am delighted that Cora’s first understanding of what a President is will be shaped by this man.

And thanks to Ben and Carrie for the onesie.

milk coma, 3 months

homegirl has doubled her birthweight.  she is nearly 14 pounds, and has grown four inches (!) in the last 3 months.

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