Hen and his Mimi

There is something truly incredible about watching my son and my mother together. Little noises and faces she makes that remind me of my childhood, this quiet patience that I see in them that I feel like an outsider to, bearing witness to something that really has nothing and yet everything to do with me, is amazing.

 If you have ever had the pleasure of enjoying the magic that is a grandmother, then you get it...if you have been here, in my shoes, as a new mom reliving a little piece of history made better, then you get it. Mimi is a true favorite, and one that will only become more beloved as time goes on. Cheers to grammies everywhere, they are really the best ( I love you Gram and Grandma Chris ).




Early morning snuggles with Mimi.


Hen is SUPER excited to go to the farmers market ( just one of the two we went to while she was here...she LOVES her some farmers markets!) 


 We both brought our cameras and sipped coffee, snapped some photos and took turns dodging under bright tents full of all the bounty that Southern California has to offer.









Too much fun for this guy...





A little music makes my boy so happy! 



We love you Mimi! Come back soon!

A Henry was born...

Time

 Never has it felt so against me. 
In these past few months I have been letting this blog stew tenderly in my mind. With each precious moment, of which there are so many, I have made a mental note to add it to the pot. At night when I'm rocking in a dark nursery, with only a sliver of light stretching out from the door to greet us, I want to collect the silence. After my son has had his fill and curls up into my chest, drunk with milk, I want to add the contentment. While gently lowering myself and my 4 week old into a warm bath, a moment I've looked forward to since forever, I note to add my confidence.
When it seems he can cry no more and throws another hour of it in the ring, I want to add my patience. While I hum 
songs to him at the changing table and he grins wildly at me,
I note to add this joy. When walking about town and a 
stranger stops at his cuteness, I want to add my pride. In the evening when Keith comes home to find his son is still awake 
and complete elation lights up my boy's faces, I want 
to add their adoration...

But like I said, time is against me. At two months old I see this chubby baby where my stretched out little newborn was, and I just want to bawl. I can't imagine him not being as perfect as he is or being as happy
as he makes us at this very second. So, the thought of time passing, becoming something else, 
moving one step closer to the day when he will no longer be
my sweet noodle, kills me. All the while I am
hovering in each moment, never wanting to miss a thing (or to forget it to share/archive) and the list grows longer and longer; right along with the list of chores to do, people to call, etc.

There was no preparing for this, every mothers advice stating as much is true. There are no words for this love.

And so my friends, Henry Porter Yeomans has arrived. And with him he has brought more love, fear, passion, joy and gratitude than I have ever known. Yes, I am addicted to this point in my life, to my sweet joyful son, to the man I married and now love more than I ever thought possible; and like an addict, I am desperate for these quiet days with my son like nothing I've ever wanted before. It's truly amazing...
that anyone can be this happy. And while he changes daily, getting more rolls by the minute and his red tuft of hair in the front longer, I change too. I'm one of those women I could never see
myself becoming - an obsessed mommy who doesn't seem to find
the time to brush her hair, but
has all the time in the world for her baby (or anything 
remotely related to said baby).

Welcome my darling son, I hope the world for you 
(and also that you don't grown to resent this mommy/shadow 
you have).

Henry Porter Yeomans
10-16-2011
5:10 am
7 lbs  14 oz 
22 inches
Long Beach, CA

best. thing. ever.


We love you noodle.

October Boys



We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl...

Too late to stop now...


 




 Into The Mystic - Van Morrison



October

It's always been a wonderful month...fall creeps in, we start to spend more time at home in the evenings, I cook things in my oven again after the hot summer hiatus, and best of all, Keith's birthday.

This year is different. 
It's better.
It's a double birthday month.

I love to celebrate my husbands birthday mostly because he is so terribly modest, and never expects a thing. But this year, October arrived and it sent us both into a fraz of excitement and anticipation for reasons entirely new. Our little boy will be here any day and to say we are thrilled is the understatement of the year! Keith hovers around my every move, waiting to the birth process to begin, and had I not reminded him, he would have totally forgot his birthday this year : ) 

I, of course, think Keith is the most fabulous person in the world. He is hysterically funny and half the time isn't even meaning to be. He is thoughtful and genuine in a way that makes me strive to be a better person in every way I can. He is loyal and loving in a way that teaches me daily what it means to really be in love and loved. He makes sense out of madness, listens like a mother and builds you up like a father. He is charming, honest, handsome, and kind. He rules my hearth and heart and is the guardian of everything I value in this world. 

Together we have created a boy child and any day now we will see his tender face. We will cover him with all our pent up adoration and whisper to him his name: Henry (ruler of the hearth) Porter (guardian), a boy destined to be an October boy; just like his father. The lion hearted Yeomans boys. 

With a father like Keith, my son will grow to be a far better man than I could ever imagine. And for this, and so much more, I am more happy today than I was yesterday, and expect only to surpass it tomorrow. 

Happy Birthday, Keith. 
Thank you for all you do,
all you have done,
and all that we will become.


( Keith's little love note I found one morning)



(our first clothing item we bought the day we found out we were expecting a boy)




I can't wait .



XoXo,

Lyndsey and lil' Henry

The wait is up...

In the early hours of a hot August morning, a boy was born. Round flush cheeks, dark twinkling eyes and a little mouth that looks ready for a kiss...a boy was born. 
Jackie and I have been sharing our journey as new mothers over these past several months, and I've thanked God more than once to have her first at bat status flanking mine ; )

We announced our growing families together with our ecstatic husbands at a dinner party in the winter and watched as our bellies, thick fingernails, and love for food trucks grew side by side, month after month. We have vowed to support one another, watch our boys play together, and keep the other in check for the occasional need of a haircut/shower/changing out of pjs before the evening that will surly become a new part of our lives as we step into motherhood. I love both her and her amazing husband, Rion, and couldn't ask for better parents in training partners for Keith and I. 
















After months of planning, little baby Zimmerman decided to join the world today! He is so beautiful and sweet looking, I can't WAIT to get my hands on him. Congratulations to the new mommy and daddy...I can't imagine the love and happiness you must be feeling as you bed down tonight with your darling son. God bless you three. Life is grand, and what a great day to be born!

We love you Zimmerman Family!!!

Xx,
Auntie Lynds, Uncle Keith, and baby Henry