the unobservant bird

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Hi, there! Just a little note to let you know (anybody still there? Hello?) that I’ve migrated all of the content from this blog over to another little blog I began last year, a blog dedicated to updates on us Roseboroughs. So if you want to keep up with us, please head over to Hello from the Roseboroughs and follow along there.

on a mama’s revelation.

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I don’t know why it took so long for me to see it.

For the last fourteen months of her life, our little Elsie has always been a bit behind on those developmental milestones that everyone loves to ask about, and, let’s face it, that we as first time parents tend to obsess over. She was behind on lifting her head up, at sitting up by herself, at rolling over, at army crawling, and now, at well over a year old, while we are fielding questions about whether she is walking or not, she is just beginning to act like she might possibly maybe at some point begin to THINK about true crawling. I’ve spent a good deal of time and effort on worry and stress and frantic texts to my mom and sister about it. (“What am I doing wrong?” and “What’s wrong with my baby?” and “Why am I such a terrible mother?”) I found myself feebly and apologetically trying to defend why my child is just not walking yet like a “normal” baby to the random strangers asking.

And then one day we came to the realization that (DUH!) the reason she’s behind on all these things (and really, she’s not so very behind, which makes it all the more absurd) is not because I’m not encouraging her enough or she’s developmentally delayed, it’s because she is simply an insanely cautious child. Always quite nervous and serious in a new situation, always hesitant to really handle a new toy or to play too vigorously in her bath water, Elsie’s the baby that needs to experience something several times over before she will decide that she likes it. In her eyes, we might as well expect her to go sky diving as go cruising or walking by herself. And, you know what? That’s okay. It’s the way God put her together, and therefore it is just fine. Sure, it’ll take some work on our part through the years to help her overcome some of that caution, lest it become debilitating. But for now it’s enough to simply know and be watchful. She’ll walk when she’s ready. And, oddly enough, since I made a conscious effort several weeks ago to stop worrying about all that – stop looking at timelines and stop mentally comparing Elsie’s progress with that of her cousin (who is four months younger and already climbing stairs and cabinets and who knows what all else) – and to just begin fully enjoying her for who SHE is, I have noticed that she seems happier overall and more settled, adjusting a little more quickly even in new situations…in spite of the three or four molars struggling to join the eight (!) other teeth already pulling their weight at mealtimes.

Ramblings

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I recently read a quotation that resonated with me (though I haven’t actually read the book from which it was taken), because it touches on things that I have been mulling over, in less succinct words, for awhile:

“Superficiality is the curse of our age … The desperate need today is not for a greater number of intelligent people, or gifted people, but for deep people.” - Richard Foster, Celebration of Discipline

Here’s the deal: I want to develop real, personal, deep connections with those around me and with friends far away. I want to spend more time with my husband and daughter without my phone in my hand. I want to learn how to have a conversation, face to face, with a real human being (did you know I’m terribly socially awkward? I am). I want to give others the gifts of handwritten mail in their mailbox, of hospitality and of time spent listening and generally being together. I want each and every moment of my days to be spent wisely, prudently, and in such a way that they really matter. Simply put, I want to deepen as an individual, to deepen my character and faith and relationships. 

It doesn’t take a dummy to figure out that a major stumbling block to accomplishing all this is social media. I killed my Facebook account for several weeks before the new year, and you know what? I loved not having it. I have no idea why I chose to open a new account, I keep kicking myself for doing so. Obviously I’m on the brink of getting back off! I also keep telling myself that I am going to end this blog and then I just keep popping back in. This may continue for awhile as it will probably take some trial and error before I figure out which of the social media sites are my personal superficiality and which aren’t. So please bear with me as I sort this all out. 

recent randoms.

Hello everyone! We are all moved in to our Kansas apartment and are slowly getting the chaos under control. I know these are poor quality phone photos, but I did want to pop in and share a few shots from our first two weeks here. We LOVE it. Although not all of the boxes are unpacked, although there are some janky things about this new place, although we cannot find one Mexican food place here that serves real tortillas or migas (thereby killing our Saturday morning tradition of breakfast tacos), we love it.


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1. We are a short walk away from a nice park. 2. We live on a brick street. 3. Clementines, Kinfolk, the morning light. 4. Mantel sitting. 5. Tickle time before Daddy leaves for work. 6. Trying to learn the crawl stance. 7. Bathroom sink handwashing. 8. Our landlady left a (junky, but still!) baby grand in our apartment.

the newness of it all.

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Happy new year! 2013 is looking to be a big year for us, as we are so (so so so so SO) happy to announce that by the end of this week, we will, Lord willing, be unpacking in our new home in Kansas. We have spent the last two weeks knee deep in stuff – piles of stuff for donation, piles of stuff for the trash bins, piles of stuff to try to cram into the small place we will be renting for the next year or so – and now it’s all sorted out and the house is emptied of our belongings.

You probably know that I have never really warmed up to Austin. I didn’t even try to hide my disdain for it at first and after the first six months of living here, when I did begin trying, I probably failed miserably in hiding it. I mean, sure, there are hills, but they’re full of scrubby trees and cacti and other plants that are “built” to withstand the harshest of environments. There are the differing levels of summer lasting most of the year. Tarantulas meandering down the road and up the side of our house. Scorpions on our floor and on our couch and in our baby’s pack and play. Millions of insanely bad drivers willing (eager!) to risk their lives and yours every time you leave the house. I guess I’m just not tough enough to live here and I really don’t want to be.

And yet. This is the city John has called home for a large portion of his life. It is here that we spent our first two years of marriage and gave birth to our firstborn. For that, it will always be special to me. We will miss the fantastic food. Some lovely folks who truly poured out an abundance of love for Elsie. And, I must admit, I expect the Kansas landscape to seem a bit dull to us after all these hills.

On the other hand, what we are gaining is infinitely more valuable to us. A good, decent place to raise our family. Neighborhoods that are nifty AND safe AND family-friendly AND affordable. Four seasons. Museums and parks and good zoos. A wonderful church family to work and learn and grow with. A city large enough to have, say, a Whole Foods coming to town next year, and small enough that we aren’t stuck in the car all day. A support system close by. And, go ahead and call us prudes, but we are eager for less of a chance that we and our child will see something inappropriate whenever we are driving around town (I’m talking to YOU, lady who was stripping down to your undergarments on a public street!). Really, I could go on and on, but in short, after much thought and prayer and researching several different places, John made his choice. And I’m not complaining! :) I am so incredibly grateful to have married a man who prayerfully seeks after the physical AND spiritual welfare of his family.

So. Keep well and safe and hopefully the next time I post here it will be from and about our new place on the earth.

a Fall day in Kansas.

an oldie for you.

I took it a couple of years ago but tucked it away and forgot to share it.

 

a certain East Texas hammock.

 

A good portion of my childhood visits to TX was spent in the hammock under these trees. I hope Elsie has many more chances over many more years to have the same experience.

I finally finished off a roll of film that I began on our trip to Arkansas. One day we took a stroll in the woods on a mossy path. John kept an eye out for black bears. Elsie slept, and when she woke she looked at the trees and when she got tired of doing that she slept again. I was just happy to spy a changing leaf here or there.

Also:

We have an almost-seven-month-old. ??? How did that happen?

 

 

a walk.


It was a beautiful day for a walk. If I look in the right places, I can almost convince myself that Fall is here.

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