Thursday, July 28, 2011

Something found

While sweeping, awkwardly and angrily, at the walls corners and nooks and crannies in my bedroom with the vacuum cleaner nozzle, trying to make our house look less like the Addam's Family mansion and more like home, I happened upon an old Polaroid image Ian magically transferred to the beam that stands, tree-like, in our bedroom.

It's high up, where no one can see it, unless you are searching for it, or wrangling cobwebs. But it's there nonetheless, serving as proof of the existence of one adorable baby, Esther, sleeping as soundly as a Hobbit, what a fantastic sleeper she was, in this very house, in our bed, with the tail of some random stuffed animal, giraffe or zebra? half up her nose.


And here she is, minus the giraffe and baby blanket, but still full-cheeked and adorable, and a fantastic sleeper, today:

10 comments:

Lauren A. said...

Home.

What is that special, chest crushing sweetness that comes from seeing your husband's love of his babies? Love it.

Betsy said...

Lauren A.: You speak the truth. "Chest crushing sweetness" is the only way to describe it. Thanks.

Mama Badger said...

Ian's with you, even if he's across the ocean. He gave you something even your icky tenants couldn't ruin.

Betsy said...

Oh Mama Badger, you just gave me goosebumps. I hadn't thought about it exactly that way. Lot's of fun truths being spoken here. And you are right, I doubt anyone living here ever even saw my baby sleeping up there on that beam.

Robin said...

They do so remind us of their baby selves when they're asleep, don't they? My daughter, who is about to turn 7, still sometimes sleeps on her belly with her legs tucked under and her butt in the air. So does my 3-year-old son, although it's less of a surprise to see him that way than it is her. Esther's complete abandonment to sleep in the big-kid photo also reminds me of my daughter.

Michele said...

Hi Betsy, I'm so excited to discover the rest of your blog when I have a bit more time. I have a B.A. and an M.A (both in French, so I can relate to your recent travels too)from Middlebury College; VT will always have a very special place in my heart. I now live in rural Ontario (much like the VT of my memories) with my husband, baby daughter, and dog. I found your blog, actually, while searching for old-fashioned baby names - already thinking about the next one! I love your daughters' names, by the way. Our daughter's is Emilia. Okay, enough rambling... happy weekend!

Seamingly Sarah said...

my mother always said that when you get sick of your child during the day, just sneak a peak of them sleeping at night and you'll forget all about it. I guess that's true no matter what age they are.

Betsy said...

Michele: My mom is a Middlebury girl. She's still disappointed none of her kids went there. (I was far too much of an underachiever in High School.)So glad you hopped over.

mooserbeans said...

It seems like whenever we are feeling low or just plain "blah" (to quote from Frog and Toad), something comes along to remind us of a little sweetness. Mama Badger was so right. I can't blame you for the extended slumber party. The time is fleeting. Take it from the mother of a teenager.

Anonymous said...

Betsy:

I read you often (here and on momfo). I love all of your posts and enjoy your writing immensely. This particular post is so moving - I have a lump in my throat. What a wonderful, beautiful gift to rediscover. Thank you for sharing this. And thank you for reminding me (as you so often do) to stop and be in the moment so that I can enjoy the wonderful, beautiful gifts that surround me.

Amber