Monday, September 21, 2009

They're so beautiful when they sleep

Don't tell Isla, but she's wearing pants.

Go away!


The house we still haven't moved into.

Where we would pee if we did.


Tonight, putting Isla to bed, the breeze was strong enough to send the neighbor’s shutters clattering open and shut. Made me feel like I lived in a western ghost town.

Sometimes I get that feeling as if we’re alone here, even though we are surrounded by people on all sides. The French seem quiet, and private, and these thick stone houses help keep them insulated all the more. Insular. I am amazed, and sometimes alarmed, by how devastatingly quiet it is sometimes. Where on earth is everyone?

Last night Esther had a friend sleep over, and Isla was sleeping on a mattress on the floor of our room. When I went in to bed, I turned on the light, got into my bed and started to try to read the French newspaper. Reading all those incomprehensible, impossible to pronounce French words is very inducive to sleep. I want to sleep just to make it go away.

Before I turned out the light, I looked up and the sight of Isla, sleeping so soundly, on her side, facing me, caught me by surprise. She was so beautiful. She looked posed. Her features were so soft and perfect. Those puffed out still baby lips, the shy, perfectly rounded nose, (Looked just like a two-lane tunnel from my angle.) the dark, long eyelashes that curl up, like fringe, delicately attached to the ends of her translucent eyelids.

All sleeping children are beautiful, I’ve had this same experience with Esther, but what really got me was how much like Ian she looked. She looks like her Daddy, little Isla.

I can’t describe it exactly, but something about the way her narrow face comes to a point at the chin, her forehead, her small mouth, even her eyes. She looks just like the sweet, charming little boy in many of Ian’s baby pictures. She is carrying more than a piece of her daddy with her. And I am glad of that.

10 comments:

Joy said...

That's so beautiful. I love seeing a glimpse of my husband in my kids. I hope the house becomes inhabitable soon! You know...with the potty on the inside. :)

Evenspor said...

I know just what you mean. Whenever I see my son sleeping, I want to take a picture because he is so sweet and irresistible.

Erin@TheLocalsLoveIt said...

This post was really beautiful.

Brooke G. said...

I LOVE watching my boys sleep. I never get over the stillness, for one, but also am alarmed by the innocence. All that innocence and sweetness seem to disappear once their eyes burst open, their bodies jerk into perpetual motion, and their mouths start flapping (and never stop!) Boooo :(

Mama Badger said...

All children do look beautiful when they sleep, don't they? So peaceful and innocent.

LG always looks like his Papa, these days. Makes me happy to see. And little o still doesn't look like anyone yet. Just like a little baby.

Great post.

Emma said...

they are so lovely when they're asleep, aren't they? All those awful things they've done that day just seem to melt away! And then tomorrow comes, lol.... My Ruby is the image of her dad, it is becoming more striking as she gets older. The boys are more like me I think, or at least more of a mixture of both of us.

Gorgeous pics! Hope you get to move in soon.

Betsy said...

Brooke G: That made me laugh. Reminded me of how my sister talks about her boys. "They're so sweet when their mouths are closed."

Brooke G. said...

Betsy -
I hope you don't mind - I linked this post on my blog as part of a post that I wrote after reading this. Your beautiful words motivated me to document a little bit about my slumbering guys.
Thanks!!!!

mooserbeans said...

What a lovely post. There is nothing so breathe taking or heart stopping as seeing yourself or partner in your child. It really is magic!

Andrea Frazer - Pass the Zoloft said...

Yes, when they sleep it brings me back to when they were babies. Lovely indeed.

I miss you guys over at BabyCenter. I've tried posting several times, but I get caught in spam. I'm going to assume it's either personal (since I'm neurotic that way) or simply an error.

In any case, I'm back at a much higher paid blog gig some place else and loving it, plus writing my book and pitching cards for a company, so life has worked out.

I do love your writing and will be checking back more.

Much love - Andrea