Summer Babe

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It's in full swing now, this lovely summer. The weather has been glorious, the nights long. The sun shines and the breeze blows. The flowers bloom and fade, and the plums are already starting to fall. The baby is learning to chew, and every day brings new foods to try. My lady loves the water, and taking her to the pool (we went three times last week) is like a dream. She is mellow and trusting and fearless, though quiet at first; she presses herself deeper into my arms as we walk onto the deck, and sits heavily, with her cheek pressed to mine, as I hold her up to see: This is the pool. It's zero-depth, so it's like a beach — you can sit in only a few inches of water if you want. I rub water on her arm, trickle it down her belly. Rub, rub, trickle, trickle: You know this water. And yeah, she does; within minutes she's sitting on my submerged lap, and in a few minutes more she's waving her foot, splashing. Soon, it's all hers: Hands slapping, feet slapping. Her toy boat squirts, her whale-shaped cup drains. Shoulders, arms, belly, legs, back, hair, everything's wet now, and it's good. The sun is white bright and the water shines. Big kids splash and chase and scream with delight, erupting past us. Her face drips; she ducks her head and blinks the water away but then looks right back up, eyelashes dark and glistening. She doesn't cry. She says, "Da da da da da da da da DA." She presses her forehead to mine, still talking, holding her boat. It's the best day of my life. The fountains shoot long arcs of giant droplets or gurgle up small towers of white froth, but all are met with the same quiet observation, and then, eventually, the determined reaching-toward: Give me. Is there anything better than watching someone reach for a column of water with her dimpled baby hands for the first time? Clutch the bars of her crib and try to stand? Open her tiny mouth for even more ricotta cheese? Stretch to touch a bobbing allium blossom, just beyond her fingers? Keep reaching, my dearest darling dear sweet lovey lovey love. Reach, and reach, and reach. I will help you.

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Have you ever heard her cry? If there is one baby on the planet who has found no earthly need to complain I suspect she lives with you! Sunshine, personified!

So much fun to read this! Love the new sweater!

You don't know how lucky you are (or probably you know it!) Enjoy every moment with your sweet little girl, and thank you for sharing such a poem to Life, you've brighten my day :-). Elise from Paris, France.

Joy Abbott says: July 12, 2013 at 04:48 PM

Love your blog, love your amazing photos.your baby is so mega cute x

"even more ricotta"-- we have one of those too, just a few months older :-) Lovely photos and stories!

Lovely, Alicia. Truly.

Oh, she is all yummy, squishy, juicy, precious, lovely baby-ness!! Y'all are such a beautiful, blessed little family. Thanks again, as always, for these sweet peeks into the magic of your lives!!

It's better than you imagined? Makes my soul float. Never ever tire of it.

xxxooo

karen on bainbridge island says: July 13, 2013 at 10:54 AM

The picture of Amelia and her bed-head reminds me of that recent Pampers commercial where the messy-headed babies awaken in their cribs to the tune of "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story.

Hilarious.

So wonderful. You should write a children's book I think... just a short picture book, you know? yeeeeaaah

jademichele says: July 17, 2013 at 10:03 AM

such lovely ,sweet photos ! thanks for sharing :)

I love her rainbow sweater, she is such a cutie!!

Oh, glorious sleepy crib coiff (photo #2!) Oh, the happiness after a summer's afternoon nap!

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About Alicia Paulson

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My name is Alicia Paulson
and I love to make things. I live with my husband and daughter in Portland, Oregon, and design sewing, embroidery, knitting, and crochet patterns. See more about me at aliciapaulson.com

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