We regret to inform you that a technical glich occured last night after the birthday song was sung. We have no video to post and have potentially lost the right to blog seeing as we have let you down in such a big way.
The train cake was a big hit with the little ones but for reasons that we did not expect. Now we've learned the lesson that many parents before us have learned. M&M's = crack. The cake was wildly overshadowed by its accents but still a big hit!
Other highlights from the party include:
Luke, William and Turner in a hug pile
William and his sweater that made him look like a little Austrian singer VonTrapp
Martha quickly recovering from what sounded like a tear-worthy fall
Julia also wanting more M&M's
Caitling having her M&M swiped by Turner and then giving him one anyway
(potentially to get the M&M of her desired color: yellow.)
Max eating all his cake :)
Ava saying Caty (adorable) & Will drinking his milk
Turner saying "Happy Birfday" as MaryCatherine & Patrick left the party
It was a fun night! We'll send out pictures via email from the photographer of the night, Granny Franny, soon.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Trains for Turner
Turner would like to share the home improvements that have come from his birthday...
Thank you to everyone for celebrating with us. The party is tomorrow so we'll be sure to have more to share! Stay tuned.
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Thank you to everyone for celebrating with us. The party is tomorrow so we'll be sure to have more to share! Stay tuned.
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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
The Still Point...
"At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time."
-T.S. Eliot - from "The Four Quartets"
I first read this passage when I was studying in Vienna almost 10 years ago. It seemed to be the first thing that named the sacred moments that found me while abroad: when time became an invitation into a wider world. I was aware of a beauty, tangilbly distant, that dared me to reach out towards that "still point."
Turner's birthday is the second time I have felt this way. When he turned one, it was a ceremony with all of the first birthday rituals that we create - most notably, the expectation that the child will submerge his/her top half into the cake. While I look fondly upon that snowy night a year ago, I was struck by the reverence that I felt for the day this year. Perhaps it is the distance from that beautiful moment - the one that I wish I could relive again and again as they placed a living, breathing new soul onto my tired body - insisting I look back with awe. Not as exhausted, not still an idiot at parenting, not stinking of breast milk, I look back differently this year. I know that as he grows that moment fades but it also becomes an exacting invitation for the point, the still point when I first met my child.
I feel heavy with the thought of other children being born, even with the holy aura that surrounds their coming into the world, into the chaos, the wars, the poverty where so many lives begin. My prayer is naive, that it all stops, so that in the midst of the crazy joy that is experienced in new life those present do not also have to come back to a reality that ignores the the sanctity of the soul that has entered us.
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time."
-T.S. Eliot - from "The Four Quartets"
I first read this passage when I was studying in Vienna almost 10 years ago. It seemed to be the first thing that named the sacred moments that found me while abroad: when time became an invitation into a wider world. I was aware of a beauty, tangilbly distant, that dared me to reach out towards that "still point."
Turner's birthday is the second time I have felt this way. When he turned one, it was a ceremony with all of the first birthday rituals that we create - most notably, the expectation that the child will submerge his/her top half into the cake. While I look fondly upon that snowy night a year ago, I was struck by the reverence that I felt for the day this year. Perhaps it is the distance from that beautiful moment - the one that I wish I could relive again and again as they placed a living, breathing new soul onto my tired body - insisting I look back with awe. Not as exhausted, not still an idiot at parenting, not stinking of breast milk, I look back differently this year. I know that as he grows that moment fades but it also becomes an exacting invitation for the point, the still point when I first met my child.
I feel heavy with the thought of other children being born, even with the holy aura that surrounds their coming into the world, into the chaos, the wars, the poverty where so many lives begin. My prayer is naive, that it all stops, so that in the midst of the crazy joy that is experienced in new life those present do not also have to come back to a reality that ignores the the sanctity of the soul that has entered us.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Just 2 short years...
You've noticed our absence. Well, we've been getting ready to celebrate the Turner man tomorrow! He'll be 2 and we are excited! We've got the train cake-mold that Grandma Jane sent ready to go and a handful of toddlers coming to the house on Wednesday to celebrate. Stay tuned for the birthday video in just a few days, but before then enjoy this video as we reminisce.
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