Yet another blog...

But this one will be the best! Not really. In fact, upon writing my very first post, every time I pressed the spacebar, the word I had just typed turned into hindi script. I'm sure people all across the globe will be clamoring to read about the Bacons, but most of the people I know speak English. An auspicious beginning, but I sorted things out. It was my fault.

Anyway, let me get on with it. On Sunday, we celebrated our very first mother's day. It was lovely. After a morning stroll in Cherokee Park (designed by William Olmstead for those of you who have read Devil in the White City), Scott, Hawkins and I walked to a coffeeshop nearby to enjoy some caffeine, a beautiful sky and a slight breeze. Scott got some gerber daisies to plant and some other plant which I think is a blue spruce (though not blue). He also gave me the latest cd from Willie Nelson, Last of the Breed, in which he sings with Merle Haggard and Ray Price. It's all classic country and folk songs. It sounds like it's straight from Prairie Home Companion. Good stuff. At the babysitter's, Hawkins potted some lavender for me (which I am allergic to). It was a nice thought, however. I'm just impressed that he's already potting plants at four months old. He also made me a card from scratch which I think Scott may have helped him with. He's just not that good with scissors yet. I also got some really nice gifts from Scott's mom, a teapot, some tea, a book and a teeny zen garden to help releive some of my stress. Mother's Day was also the three year anniversary of my father's death. In that way, it was tinged with sadness. However, celebrating my own metamorphosis into a parent seemed like a nice way to commemorate my own dead parent.

We're getting ready for Grammy's visit tomorrow. She's going to have so much fun with Hawkins! This weekend, we've got Molly and Steve's couples shower and our Bradley Method reunion. Should be fun!

And so ends the first post-