Yet Another Strange Dream

Someone told me once that it was incredibly boring to listen to peoples' dreams. He said it was like listening to a description of their acid trips.


I hope you , dear reader, do not feel this way. 


Last night I dreamt I was in an English countryside. At some sort of racetrack. Very proper and English and full of tall hedges. It was beautiful.
A very toothily handsome and properly English fellow in a blue blazer and khaki pants invited me and another girl to go for a horseback ride. 
I felt nervous because I am only familiar riding horses with Western type saddles, and I knew this would be an English-saddle ride. English saddles are typically far less comfortable, and the way in which you rein your horse is totally different. 


Nervousness in dreams...I wonder what that signifies.


The three of us began to ride through this proper English garden. I was at the end of our line, and I watched the other two riders posting during a trot, as they should...


Then I saw the sky bridge. It looked like the wooden bridge you see in movies. Dilapidated and rickety and swinging in the air. Ending at the top of a very tall pine.


The two riders trotted properly to the top. 


My horse and I followed. 


And then we fell. My beautiful golden horse and I. We fell all the way to the ground with a sickening thump. I watched the hurt in the horse's large eyes. I felt no pain. 


I knew, in my dream, that these were the last few moments for this animal. 


I touched its nose gently and whispered words of comfort. 


Then I woke up.


WEIRD, right???? 

Post Partum

I don't want to write a post about the miracle of childbirth, ST. Alexius nurses, spinal blocks and planned c-sections without the time or forethought to do it justice. 


So I won't.


This is a placeholder post. 


I am off to wake my sleepy newborn and watch some Food Network. As I know most of my readers personally...go creep on Facebook if you want some photos.


For those of you that I do not have the pleasure of knowing personally...


Silas Cooper Smith was born on July 10th at 12:42 pm. 8 lbs, 15 oz, 21 inches long.


He has dark hair and seems very serious. He has a perfectly round head and does not like to sleep at night. 


He currently enjoys nursing, snuggles, and burping. 


There you go. 


xo.

Mere Days

Today Brian and I took Milo to Gameworks for his last hurrah as an only child. As with most things these days-the outing left me tired, hungry and thirsty...


I hope that Milo can remember what it was like before he became a big brother. Not because I think being a big brother is going to suck for him, but because I want him to remember what it was like to have us all to himself. I want him to feel special all the time. 


As we sat together as a family at the Pac-Man Battle Royal game, Brian and Milo fought each other and the Smith In Utero began kicking as the game got louder. 


Last night Brian and I went to see Moonrise Kingdom. I figured out why I love Wes Anderson films so-they make me remember how to see the beauty and magic in everyday life. 
The oppressive heat finally broke last night and to drive home at midnight with the windows down was a treat. The moon peeked its orange face through the clouds, and even the dead grass and flowers near the golf course were beautiful. 


I go in Tuesday to have this baby. People keep asking me if I am nervous. I tell them I won't be nervous until I climb on the table. Or when the doctor begins at ask me, 'Does this feel sharp or dull?'


So, blog-land, you may not hear from me for awhile. But you WILL hear from me.