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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Shoulda, coulda...

It's one of those fateful situations when I KNOW I should be down doing chores, but alas and alack, I haven't the motivation.
I'd rather sit with my girls whilst they watch "The Little Princess" (Shirley Temple version, of course), and avoid the inevitable.

We made great strides in the getting-ready-for-baby department today. Our stores of paper towels and toilet paper and napkins are indefatigable...or you know, for a few months anyway. Emery had took the van and had it washed and vacuumed. {Hallelujah, no more beach sand! It's only been plaguing us since September.} And the car seats are all arranged nicely for so-to-be three child seats filling up the back.
These are very good things.

Emery's off at a men's meeting at church, and I suppose we'll feast on leftovers from lunch. Isn't it funny how when the daddys aren't home for dinner, there's suddenly no need to make a real dinner at all and just any old thing will do. I - for one - don't mind this fact of life at all, but I am glad that most of the time Emery IS here to have supper with us. It's so nice to be all cozy together over our evening meal.

Smiles from today:
-Hattie singing Joshua fought the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho, Joshua fought the battle of Jericho and the walls came tumbling down. Oh! Joshua fought the battle of Jericho.... (again and again and again and again). I could keep from busting out laughing as I was singing with her and her energetic, "Oh!" starting the next verse kept cracking me up. 
-Sweet husband, delighting in buying things for his girls that make us happy - just because. 
-Adele playing with duplo; she's very persistent in getting the pieces together. In our house, it's called "Dupelo" ... cause we lived in Mississippi, I guess. 
-A bouquet of purple clovers, when admired very closely, are positively breath-taking.  They're adorning Hattie's bedroom windowsill. 

The feeling of joy begins in the action of thanksgiving. 
(quoted imperfectly, from Ann Voskamp's 1000 Gifts)




Tuesday, February 24, 2015

A month later...

I don't love going a whole month or more between posts here on my corner on the interweb.
But, at the same time, there's life to be lived....and I don't always want to take time out of real life to document and save the memories - though I should because I have pretty much no memory in and of myself at this stage of life.
Speaking of, I'm 30 weeks into this pregnancy! Woot! If you ask people around me, they'll tell you I have a basketball inside of me - so you can use your imagination to what that looks like (because I think I've taken zero pictures with a real camera this year, and virtually zero of my pregnant self this time around).
I drank my first cup of Red Raspberry Leaf tea this morning. Which was both exciting and daunting. I haven't cared for the stuff much in the past, and wasn't particularly looking forward to starting the regimen, but to my delight, it tasted palatable, and I think I shall be able to bear up for the next ten-ish weeks with it.

Last week, I had a big spurt of energy and cleaned my whole house and was feeling generally groovy. However, this week I've been dragging around like I overdid it extremely - and it's been a little discouraging. But such is life with small children and big belly.

Adele's birthday is coming up next month. I can't believe she's going to be two! A very small part of me wants to tell time to slow down, but the large part of me is saying, "Come on spring! come on baby boy!"
I got my crafty on in the last few weeks and made him a sweet little mobile. I enjoyed making Adele a mobile when I was expecting her - especially as she'd be using pretty much all of Hattie's hand-me-downs. And I loved pouring love into every stitch of Baby Boy's mobile, and matching pillow since I had a bit of fabric left over. I don't have a sewing machine, nor do I really like to sew -  and thus, I'm not all that great at it....but my imperfect efforts satisfied my need to make something just for him. And that makes me happy.

March is coming. February has been thoroughly winter, in spite of my longings for flowers and greening grass. Here's to a new month coming up quickly, and spring, and baby!