rainbow racing ducks

Our nanny came down with a stomach bug over the weekend, so I stayed home with Caleb today. These little lepreducks hung out with us, too. They were supposed to come with me to school so the kids could have rainbow races, but luckily there is still a full week before St. Patrick's Day and therefore plenty of time to play.

They are pretty cute, no? I may toss 'em in the bath with Caleb tonight before they head out the door to their temporary holiday home. Something tells me he'd love it. 

party prep

Wishbone-stamped glassine bags for St. Patrick's Day surprises,

and a stack of invites ready to make their way into the world.

One of my students wore all green on Friday, complete with bouncy shamrock headband and fluffy shamrock lei. Her dad said he has no idea why she's so excited (their family isn't majorly into holidays, so he's not sure where she gets it from) but excited she is! As someone who loves any and all reason to celebrate, I'm totally with her! (And would be even if she didn't happen to be the student that frequently and loudly announces, "YOU ARE MY FAVORITE TEACHER THAT I HAVE EVER HAD, IN THIS WHOLE SCHOOL!" It's embarrassing and amazing all at once.)

Anyway, I'm prepping early (for me), with these lucky stamped bags. Not sure what I'll put in them yet (I have some rainbow erasers but feel like I need something more...). In the meantime I like how simple, graphic, and modern they are just sitting by themselves. (I based them on the idea here, but I stamped bags I already had on hand instead of printing on vellum and assembling. After I figure out what to fill them with I'll add the free printable "Lucky Day" tags.)

Caleb's baptism will be the Sunday after Easter. If you've ever stumbled to this space before, you may know that I'm a practicing Catholic but not really ardent anything. While Andy and I both believe in the idea of "many paths, one mountain," we'd like our son to be a part of the rich community that a church can be (and it doesn't hurt that our church here is fairly liberal. We are also big Pope Francis fans.). It's a way of introducing him to our path, to the conversations surrounding belief, religion, and everything in between. I think Andy put it best when he said that the baptism is a way "we get to celebrate Caleb's life." Now. We get to celebrate now. There was the excited anticipation of the shower, there will likely be a congregation of cousins at a first birthday party come November, but now, as spring approaches, we get to gather our family together and surround our sweet baby with grace and love. What an incredible gift.

return stamp

We used a rubber return stamp on our wedding invitations, and I have wanted another one ever since. (The one I ordered for our wedding used my parents' address, since we were moving to Abu Dhabi.) With Caleb's baptism coming up, I finally decided to go ahead and order one. Since I designed my own to be made directly by a manufacturer, it really wasn't that expensive. Our lease is up at the end of August, but I love the look, ease, and efficiency of a stamp enough that it feels worth it. Also, "ease" and "efficiency" are major plusses when you have a new baby around! I only wish I'd done it sooner!

my favorite and my best

My sweet boy will be four months old next week. Four! I've always thought of four months as the age when babies really start to get fun, and while it's true he's becoming much more interactive, every stage so far has been unbelievably special in its own way. (Although, a couple weeks ago he started GIGGLING--be still my heart!) He fills a space I didn't know was empty. It's like my entire being went, "Oh, there you are. I've been waiting for you." There is nothing more satisfying then this little guy. 

At the hospital the morning after his birth, Nov. 6, 2013.

Conversations by the Christmas tree. He loved looking at the lights.

Snow angel baby - his first time actually out in it!

Absolutely melts me - we turned this one into Valentine cards.

And yesterday, studying up. It's good to be prepared! :)

I'm also happy to report that I seem to be through the roughest patch. Yoga helps, as does working. I've been making sure to feed myself well and take a little time here and there to just be alone (and, say, shower). As always: On you go. And soon it will be spring.