Monday, December 31, 2012

Goodbye 2012

 birds day

I can't believe it is New Year's Eve.  Life is so different than it has been before that I can't quite keep up with the time.  So here are some thoughts that have crossed my mind today.

1- I am so thankful.  Thankful for friends and family and even some kind strangers.  I am thankful for you for reading and checking in even when I display a complete lack of "having it together."  Thank you!

2- I can hardly believe the things that started this year as ideas and have come to fruition.  At the beginning of the year we were just plotting on how to get to Asheville.   Now we live here.  At the beginning of this year I was pregnant and then miscarried.   Now I am exactly one month from my due date.  Both of these things are so big I am surely missing the point, but I am living them each day and trying to enjoy each moment.

3- My son is changing so much.  He makes me crazier than crazy but he also is kind, tells fantastic stories, loves without reserve and goes for what he wants without waiting for anyone to say it is okay.  He tells it how it is.  Don't ask him if you don't want to hear it. 

4- My husband is the most amazing partner I could have ever asked for.  He gives me more than anyone else ever has and I really love being with him more each day.  His family is also pretty fantastic and I am having a wonderful time getting to know them better each passing day with our new closeness.

5- My parents have been such a light, as always, but especially this year as they allow their love for each other to burn ever brighter.  Their kindness to each other and all others that cross their path is really an amazing example of loving kindness in action.  I hope one day to grow to be half so generous with my heart and head.

I am entering this new year with a heart full of gratitude and I hope you, too, take a few minutes tonight and tomorrow to look around and see all your blessings.  I hope this new year is full of joy, health and gratitude for all of us.


birds night

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Jumping through hoops


Our dear friend gave Emerson gymnastics lessons for his Christmas gift.  I've been looking for just the thing to start him with since before we moved.  I thought maybe dance classes or soccer but after we moved I found this great gymnastics place.  I wanted him to have a dedicated class that doesn't involve me where he could be learning to use his body and have to follow directions.  He has a lot of free play time in our other activities and I wanted this to be about learning some self regulation and discipline along side getting the energy out.


The gym has terrible lighting but here are a few images from his first class.  I am excited to watch him grow and learn here in a small class where he will get to both run and jump and flip and have to wait his turn.  Also, I'll be sitting in the lobby crocheting or cooing at a baby while all that is happening.  Bliss.


{Thank you dear Nicole!}

Ps- E wants you to know that the red parts are the lava and the hoops are the safe spots. :)

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

A library tote

We finally have a library with a story time worth visiting.  Right around the corner with a librarian who is kind and understanding of children.  Emerson is rapt with attention while she talks and reads.  He talks about her during the week when we aren't there.  She allows him to help and participate and he just adores her.

He is also learning about checking out books and returning them as we simplify his library at home down to just the essentials.  When you can't put books away on your own it gets a little silly to have so many.  We plan to cycle them in and out as needed, but for now, one small shelf is more than enough.

In order to keep track of the library books I thought it was time for a dedicated bag where the books could live while visiting our home and so he can carry his own back and forth.  His book bags aren't quite right for the job (oddly enough) as children's books vary so much in size and the zippers aren't as friendly to little hands who want to be able to get things in and out all on their own and mama's who want it very easy to clean up without a distraction.  So the other day I asked if he wanted to make his own library tote with me.

library tote 1

He picked the fabric and the quilt block from the block swap I did about a million years ago.  We made the block into an extra pocket on the front to hold his art project that he does each story time and I used one of his bigger books to measure the tote size.  Because it is vintage fabric and vintage handle it has such a 70's feeling to me.  Or maybe older, anyway, we think it is sweet as can be.

He made it halfway through the making before we called it quits on working together and I finished it in just a few more minutes.  Super simple, and so exciting for everyone.  It is nice to have a place for the books so we aren't searching all over and he likes owning his own special bag for trips to the library.  I can't say I'm not thrilled to have one less thing to carry myself.  

library tote

December 23rd, 2012


Taking her to church each week is kind on my own time in sanctuary.  Mountain views and quiet time are so amazing.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

December 17th, 2012


Surprisingly I have been getting some quilt blocks together between the breakdowns and the calm seconds.  Mostly because I have had some seriously good help.  Thank goodness for grandmas and husbands.

Friday, December 14, 2012

December 14th, 2012


Trying to focus on this instead of that. I feel guilty for not looking to see more about what happened, but I don't think I could take the details.

December 13th, 2012


The weekend before he had had made his own counting stick.  He was thrilled when she called on him to help her.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

December 11th, 2012

December 11, 2012

An example of working together where both parties were happy.  So rare and so special. {And the camera charger was found. }

Sunday, December 9, 2012

December 9th, 2012


This is more like what most days feel like.  I am standing still and everyone else is a blur.

December 8th, 2012


Though it is hard to tell, this was hours of work.  It felt so good to work in peace with no distractions.  I love how all the bits come together so nicely. 

Friday, December 7, 2012

December 7th, 2012

The days keep getting way from me.  My real camera is out of batteries and I haven't unearthed the charger. Back to the cell.  I have quilts on the brain.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

December 5th, 2012


Some how I missed a whole day.  I find it amazing how these art projects are only fun for a couple minutes for me.  I wonder what I am missing when I see others talk joyfully of creating with their own littles.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Nature Center Walks

I found the WNC Nature Center a bit by accident.  I would have looked for it more in Spring because the name led me astray, but when I passed a sign that pointed to way I had to check it out.  Turns out, it is a zoo with only local animals and farm animals.  Perfect really.  I was imagining lot's of trails and things like that.  Not so perfect for the winter and this belly.


We've been three times in the few weeks we've been here.  It is a small place but it wasn't until this last time that we even walked the whole thing.  Because the farm area is so engaging we can't get him out.  I mean, how can you leave this giant bunny.  Especially when it isn't a "petting" animal but it stays there while you sneak your arm in and the lovely people who work there don't seem to mind a bit.

Right next door to him is a little area for doing "farm work." A couple small wheel barrows, rakes, shovels and bean bags.  And some hay to feed through the fence.  Hours of entertainment.  And then chickens and an old tractor nearby?  Goats and sheep to pet?  This adorable fluff ball:


Three year old perfection.  And for mama?  A bench and bathroom in the barn.  Ah.  What more could you hope for, really?

Finally though, I had to see the rest.  We came across many animals all enjoying the perfect weather and sunshine.  Mostly of the dog and cat variety which had E saying, at every turn, how they could come live with us, or might like some pets too.

I think they mostly wanted to keep their distance.  But they watched as we came by, and seemed to give us a nod.  And when the walk got a little long, we both agreed a stop for a snack was in order.  And we sat among the rhododendrons and the little evergreens and looked up at the bare oaks and poplar reaching into the sky.  We heard the crows talking to each other, and, E thought, saying hello just to him. 


December 3rd, 2012


Some days the light and the air feel so perfect.  I still wish his ears worked better, but that bunny doesn't seem to mind.

Monday, December 3, 2012

December 2nd, 2012

Dec 2 Fort!

E in his new cave fort.  We are in a great neighborhood.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

December 1st, 2012

cranberry relish over cake donut.JPG

Raw cranberry relish over cake donuts.  Call it a craving if you want, it is sooooo good.

1 bag fresh cranberries
1 (large) clementine
1 gala apple
1 tbsp of honey granules

A little about how good cranberries are for you.

Friday, November 30, 2012



My camera is back in action.  I'm going to try for another December Photo Project this year.  I am so happy to be done with relying on a phone for pictures.
John and E are putting together our new bed frame.  I was kicked out since they don't want me in the way of the "hard work."  I have fantasies of a huge quilt by Christmas.  With hand stitching.  I know. I know.
I was invited to a craft group for grownups with child care at a nearby church.  I practically ran to it.  Hello, brilliant!  E had a great time.  We will certainly be back next week.  And every week they hold it from now until eternity. :)
He starts a short preschool type class next week.  Just one day for 45 minutes and I go too.  But it sounds like fun.  We have the week set up so far with easy activities almost every morning.  I'm happy with the rhythm.  Out each morning at about the same time and then free all afternoon.  Not too busy, just busy enough.
I am reading Simplicity Parenting and loving it.  I can't wait to get rid of all the partial toys. 
One more weekend of freedom before John starts work.  We'll have to make the extra effort to sleep in.
I'll see you Monday with a picture and some words.
I hope you have a beautiful weekend!

Sunday, November 25, 2012


As it turns out, I have a lot of thoughts this year about my birthday.  I feel like I am thinking about the year older more than ever as I approach this one.  I've begun to start combating the aging process of my skin recently because it is starting to show signs that I am not so young.  As a person who fought acne for so many years, this is new.  Working so hard to look like a grown up and now that I do (hello forehead- I'm talking to you!) not feeling all that great about it.
With all the change and work of the last few months I am finally able to look past the move and onto the next big thing.  In just a couple months we'll have a new addition.  A tiny baby to fall in love with and throw off any rhythm we may have found.  A big brother created from an only child.  I have no idea what all this looks like and I am trying not to be too eager to find out.  I imagine "hard" and "amazing" will top the list of adjectives.
Emerson's adjustment to the neighborhood has been eased by some amazing new friends just across the street.  They took him fishing for the first time in the back yard pond.   They showed him all the secret forts in the neighborhood.  They introduced him to the kittens who live on the block and have become some of his best friends as well.  The "kitties" wait for E to come out of the house and play.  They don't mind being carried uncomfortably by little hands.  They play and cuddle for hours and terrify Desi.  E asks, "Are the kitties here?" whenever we come back from an errand.  He reminds me so strongly of all the pictures I have seen of myself carrying around little kitties and goats at his age.  I am reminded again just how long ago and far off that time is.

 e with kitty in fort

Friday, November 23, 2012


We have spent the last week without Papa.  Finally, yesterday he arrived and we are all together again.  E did so well, but he really is a Papa's boy.  Others have a place in his heart, but not THE place.
When Papa got home E was glued to his side.  Even though we were getting back in the car to go to visit family for Thanksgiving and Papa had to get ready.  E helped Papa shave most of his week long beard off.

shaving papa

They are so sweet.  I am so glad to see them back together again.

I think he likes his Sissie, too.

30 week belly kiss

Hope your day was full of love!

Thursday, November 15, 2012


We're here.  And still standing somehow.  I wish I had a camera that worked so I could share with you some images.  Brightly colored trees, golden sunlight, chipmunks and squirrels busy as can be.  We're finding everything we can that is offered in play dates and story times. It is so different to balance the work of relocating with the play so important to a little person.  The people are so, so great here.  The midwife has already been over.  I am hoping to set up some acupuncture after Thanksgiving.  Neighbors keep dropping by to say hello and offer help or a small gift.
Life is so, so full and so good, too.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Berry Picking Elf Hat

Berry elf hat

Emerson was in need of a new hat.  He loves all the pink and purple stuff coming in for Sissie.  And he loves berries.  Blue berries especially.  I thought these two colors looked like the outside and inside of a blueberry.    Mmmmm. Yum.
And I wanted him to have an elf style hat.  Because they are dang cute.  And how many more years does he have to wear such a thing?  Or will he want to?  Right now he loves to put things on the moment I am done.  Before I have even really finished the final touches.  I adore that.
We used the last couple days, as the storm came and went, as an excuse to get a lot more packing done.  The kitchen dishes are almost all packed away and the office continues to move along.  All the off season clothes are in boxes.  It was surreal to stand in the kitchen quietly wrapping dishes in newspaper while watching the rain and wind out the window.  Hoping beyond hope that it wouldn't slow our move down too much and that everyone would come through it with minimal pain.  I feel gratitude we missed the worst of it and sorrow for those suffering instead.

*Someone asked for the hat specifics.  Some sale wool from Lovely Yarns in a very skinny gage, maybe fingering? I started with the bottom and made a foundation crochet ring that fit his head. I used dc for the dark stripes and hdc for the purple. After it fit his head I started to decrease. Every 8 for a row, every 6 for a row, then 3 until the end.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Now and Then

Thanksgiving 2010 030

Moving is overwhelming.  Not always in a negative way, sometimes it feels just plain good to be stepping into this big change.  But always, it is sooo much, packing, cleaning, visiting, calling, scheduling, running...
I look forward to spending the weeks after the move in some kind of suspended animation.  Getting all the important things unpacked and putting away the other tasks for the ever indefinite "later."  Renting for a little bit allows us to ignore things like painting or hanging pictures or any renovating we might have thought we could do (ha!)
The internet will allow us to put in orders for things and watch them show up in a truck driven by someone else.  All the important things will be there already.  Us.  By Thanksgiving we should all be home together there and have a week before John starts his job where we can just be together and explore our new world. And life will turn into something so different as the year closes out.  Before you know it, I'll be saying, "Not yet." every time I call a friend or family member because Sissie's arrival will be so close.
In the mean time I have to remind myself all the time to enjoy the now, to take a deep breath, to stay here and not rush through.  Even when it hurts, or is aggravating or is too much.  Even when it is fun and full of giggles.

Sunday, October 21, 2012


Thanksgiving 2010

We found a house!  And a midwife!  Life is good.  I spent the last week driving around looking at houses and conducting interviews.  The town is so great and the community so open and friendly that I am sure we'll be settled and comfortable in no time.  I am sad to be leaving friends here, there are some really great people, but I am happy that this move finally feels firmly like a good thing.  I'm not very good at indecision.  I've always been the type to make snap judgments and stick by them.  Dithering makes me a little crazy.
We will be moving in a just a few more weeks.  Action time is here and I'm ready.  Except for the fact that I'm about to enter the third trimester and can hardly help with anything during the actual move.  Ah, well, they say it is the thought that counts.  I am pretty sure they weren't talking about moving though!
I love the feeling of purging you have when you move.  All that stuff you held onto just in case or just because you were thoughtlessly accumulating.  Gone!  You should see the stack of books!  And the toys!
I also love that you can schedule the Salvation Army to bring a truck to your house and pick up your things for donation.  Furniture, books, clothing- all gone without you doing anything other than packing it and scheduling a pick up.  Brilliant!

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Hold on to your hat!


Our little guy has been coughing non-stop since he went to bed last night.  All day yesterday it was building.  All night he called for Papa any time Papa tried to sneak away.  Almost all day today E has been playing, cuddling and coughing on his Papa.  Thank goodness for having your very favorite person around when you are sick!  I am a little afraid of what it will be like tomorrow when John goes to work.

I've been re-arranging and sorting and throwing things out all day.  Why, you ask?  Well, because we are moving!  We are packing up this troop and taking the show on the road.  Okay, not quite, even if it does feel like we are managing a circus.  We are moving a few states away.  Next week I am going to go down and look at houses.  I am excited, terrified, overwhelmed, and a little shell shocked.  It is something that we've been planning for about a year so for things to finally fall in place seems somehow wild.

Hopefully I won't fall off the edge of the earth any farther with this blog.  I packed up my sewing machine today and I haven't had the camera out in weeks.  I have a lot of yarn still out and all the things I need for that.  So maybe I can actually take some pictures!  I think E needs a new hat for this Fall.  Is 3 too old for a pixie style?

ps- I just read The Novice by Thich Nhat Hanh.  It was great and you can bet in this fast moving, stressful and wild time all the boys I read until the baby comes will be by him. :)

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Coconut Oil

Coconut tree
{photo by kwc909}

Lately I've been in love with coconut oil.  I started using it on my belly a couple months ago and just the other night I decided to make an eye cream with it after noticing the smile wrinkles around my eyes were stating to look like a delicate tissue paper.
I think this pregnancy is sucking all the water out of me so I am needing to replace moisture at an alarming rate.  I've always had kind of greasy skin on my face so the thought of putting straight oil on it never seemed like a good idea.  But somehow in the last few months I realized it was a good idea.  And I would say that my skin completely agrees.
A little goes a long way and my skin has the "glow" it was missing.  The dry patches around my eyes are already going away.  I feel so much better I am even wearing lipstick when I leave the house.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Dear September,

Oh, how fast you've gone!  I blame it on your perfect weather and packed schedule.  It has been so nice to enjoy every moment of sunshine and cool mornings.  I even actually want to drink hot drinks in the morning again!
I've felt as Sissie becomes ever more active.  I've planned and prepped and planned again.  I watched Emerson discover the fun of camping and of jumping pillows.  I've giggled as he told me he is a "grown mup" now.  I found out about the death of my best friends mother and celebrated her life with his family.  I've cried and laughed.  I've sat by a water fall and watched the sun light sparkle across the mica filled sand.
I've driven many, many miles.  I've watched dreams get closer to reality.  I've seen magic on a playground, in a sand box and in a bowl of play dough.  I've rejoiced in the company of family.
Thank you for being so sweet and mostly gentle.
All of us

{picture by Carolyn, or maybe Debbie?}

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Camping Fun


Up first and preparing breakfast.


Two friends catching fish.

Sunday, September 9, 2012


Day of the Dead Altar

I am a storm of crochet.  I made tiny baby bonnet in a day.  And I tore half of it out to start over once.  I have been washing diapers to prep them so I can pack them away and not think of them again until she is here.
She.  This is taking some getting used too.  I said "it" all the way through my pregnancy with Emerson.  I said "it" for 9 weeks before I miscarried.  I said "it" for the last 14 weeks or so.  "It" is hard habit to break.
So in addition to she, until we are really settled on a name, and even afterwards, her nick name will be Sissie.  This is what my grandmother went by most of her life.  In this pregnancy I have felt Grandma Sissie by my side many times, even though she dies when I was 15.  Her husband, Jerry, died the year Emerson was born and I know he too would have been elated to know I was having a little girl.  He would have known she was nearby too.
So, Sissie she will be.  I pulled out the gold name necklace that bears her name.  My Grandmother wore it almost all the time.  Now I will wear it to honor her and welcome this new little lady who seems to be so in tune with that lovely and indomitable woman.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012



Once upon a time, there was a mama who crocheted.  One winter she started making a baby blanket for a baby that didn't exist.  A little baby girl who would need to be tucked into a soft warm blanket of wool and silk.
A few weeks after she finished this magical blanket, she found out that she was indeed pregnant.  Surprised and excited, she wondered if it would be the little girl who had inspired the blanket.  Not long after she found out the baby had died.  The mama was so sad, but had little time to grieve, for she had her hands full with an amazing and wild little boy.
While waiting to get pregnant again, the mama worried that she wouldn't trust her body.  And when she finally had the happy news that a new baby was growing inside of her, the mama became almost paralyzed with fright.  Because more than anything, she wanted this.  She knew that another loss would be more than she could stand.
Soon, but not so soon, it appeared the baby was thriving and growing.  Soon, but not so soon, she found out the baby was in fact a little girl.  A little girl that would be born in the midst of winter and need a soft warm blanket of wool and silk.  And the mama rejoiced with the news.  And she hoped that she would be brave enough for all the things that followed.


Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Write now.


Right now I am doing a tiny little project that involves zippers.  I have only once made something (successfully) with a zipper before.  I stitched it in by hand.  Today, I am using the machine.  Don't laugh too hard, but I am very proud of this.
Last night, I spent some time doing some writing exercises.  I love writing long hand with a nice pen on paper that is a little scratchy.  I love words flowing onto paper and watching my handwriting as it gets prettier and prettier the more I write.  I love seeing the ideas that I didn't know were in there.  I love it when a little phrase or idea writes itself across a page with grace and beauty.  It is a great place to find the flow and pour the heart and calm the racing mind.
And oh, I am full of racing heart and mind.  My chest is full of fluttery anticipation. Each day bringing us closer to things I don't fully understand (is there anything we can fully understand? ever?) Answers and questions that come out at the same time.  Hopes and dreams that travel right alongside every day realities.

Sunday, September 2, 2012



We are waiting on the ultra sound next week to see the gender of this baby.  We are waiting for the cooler weather and camping trip coming up.  We are waiting to see if my first batch of homemade yogurt will turn out.  We are waiting for other news I can't share yet. But it is good!
I am trying to enjoy the fluttery feelings of excitement.  I am trying not to rush the days past.  Trying to love each happy or trying moment.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

There be monsters.


We have a new development at our house.  I believe we have some monsters that have moved in.  Or may be moving in.  Or once lived here...
Emerson was previously worried about dark places.  Usually because that alligator who lives upstairs might get him.  Now, we moved past alligators and on to the more perilous and less definable "monsters."  He has moved from a worry that could be helped by reminding him that he could just tell the alligator not to bite him and to go away and on to a complete unwillingness to enter a darkened room without a hand to hold.  I read today that this is a normal developmental milestone for his age.
The trick is, of course, we are really working hard to get him to bed on his own before the baby comes along.
His room is on the front corner of our house and because of that when cars drive by lights make strange shadows travel across his walls.  It actually isn't ever very dark in any room in our house.  You don't have to turn on lights at night to see your way to the kitchen or bathroom and his room is especially bright.  Which is why we've never used a night light before.  I am thinking we'll have to get some new batteries in his turtle and try that tonight.
In book news I am re-reading How the Irish Saved Civilization.  I love history.  I find it so relaxing to read about and learn.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Right now:

new square

:Feeling my body expand each day and making peace with the welcome discomfort.
:Finding myself reacting sensitively to well meant comments and laughing at myself right along with feeling agitated.
:Wondering how a person can think so much about diapers.  What a weird obsession.
:Loving the few stitches here, few stitches there, crocheting that is happening.
:Enjoying seeing Emerson do new and more responsible things each day.
:Trying not to be too hard on the other things.
:Amazed at this beautiful, gentle August and it's pleasant weather.
:Hearing all the sounds of bugs and birds and bells in my neighborhood.
:Realizing that spelling is still not my thing.

What is in your right now?

Wednesday, August 8, 2012



Recently I have been trying a new technique in parenting.  Stopping.  Stop saying no, correcting, redirecting, cringing.  Look away unless you think there will be blood.  Don't warn of trouble (You might fall if you x.) unless there seems a real danger of someone else getting hurt or serious injury. 
You see, I am not naturally cautious or rule bound.  But somehow I have gotten it into my head that my son should be.  I think perhaps- because he is so fearless and so driven to do certain behavors that I would never consider- I have fallen into the trap of "parenting" all the time.  If I don't watch myself our whole day can sound like this:
Don't bang on that.
Put the stick down.
Stop yelling.
How about watching a program instead of helping me make dinner?
Don't bang on that.
Don't grab me.
Be gentle.
Stop yelling.
Don't play with your food.
Are you eating that or are you ready to get down?
You get the idea, right?  Too much parenting!!  Today was a perfect day of playing, playing, playing.  I woke up grumpy from too few hours of sleep.  I was so happy to be meeting friends that E adores thinking I'd get a couple hours of rest before spending the rest of the day tired and grumpy.  Instead, they played, with us (the adults) and without us for hours.  We even took a break and went to get something to eat and when they asked to return to the park afterwards, I resisted the urge to shuffle us home and stifle the play.  We went back and had at least another hour or more.  They played in the dirt.  We didn't stop them.  They were filthy (like what color was that shirt when we got here?? filthy) and there were no warnings or reminders about it aside from, "Don't throw dirt at each other." They ran just beyond where we could see them and ran back.  They ran on low stone walls, full of tripping hazards. 
They were happy.  They were playing.  They were in a place where they could run around and not worry about being safe.  No roads close, good area and low population.  It was divine. 
I aim for this kind of sitution every day.  I often fail because I live in a city and don't have endless access to kids for him to play with each day.  And I can only play so long before I am tired and cranky myself.  And I don't seem to like the same games he does (or at least- I don't have the limitless attention span for banging on pots that he has.)
After coming home, he had a shower and we chased each other roaring around the house.  There was tickling, reading, play dough, and yes, dinosour train.  There was making pizza together and him making cards for friends on his own.  Banging on drums and dog kisses.
A perfect, perfect day.  What I am aiming for everyday.  Being right here, right now.  And if I cannot be, letting him be instead of forcing him into a more grown up day. 

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Collection time.


Tomorrow, we go get our Bug.  A week at Oma's house and I'm dying to get him back.  I've enjoyed the week and gotten somethings done.  But unlike last year when the whole time was just right and I wasn't really missing him, this year I have.  Is it the pregnancy hormones?  Or that I know he has had a hard time?  Or that he is adorable as a three year old?  I have no idea, but it will be good to scoop him up when we see him.
I want to show our dining room before it gets cluttered and lived in looking.  While it is still in the pristine, pre-play state.  I'm sure you'll see plenty of pictures afterwards later!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012


I had a plan.


I had some supplies on hand.


I was brave. I went for the more complicated one first.


I love how it turned out.

wrap top 2

I am happy I went with the "brave" fabric combo.

 wrap top 1

Making my own maternity clothes is cool.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Good News!

mail man

I've never really looked forward to winter.  I mean, I spent the first years of my life in Haiti and can still remember the first time I saw snow and thinking that that was just crazy!  And when you are young and in school you are programmed to look forward to summer.  I always looked forward to warm sun on my skin, the chance to get off the schedule.
This year is different.  In the middle of this winter we are expecting a new addition to our little family.  I cannot even begin to express my excitement.  After experiencing the disappointment of a miscarriage it is amazing about ten times over to know a new life is growing inside my body.
Honestly, I've struggled so hard to believe this was true.  That it is really happening and not just a delusion.  We saw the heartbeat at 8 weeks and I heard it at 12 weeks.  After hearing it I began to believe, to trust. 
So now, here I am, dreaming of cold days full of entertaining a nearly 4 year old and cuddling a newborn.  And if it wants to be a cold year this time and snow us in that sounds just lovely to me.
In the mean time I will enjoy this last bit of summer with just me and my boy while we'll have to time to run and play, snuggle and yell, discover and build.  Just the two of us most days for a little longer. I'll try to savor each day.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Right now, I love:


: The sound of Emerson playing (bands, catching fish, rolling cars to Desi...) with his Moriah.
: The ease of dinners this week as I remembered to take my own advise and use my meal planner.
: The sound and feel of rainy, misty days.  And storms.
: The fun of wrapping presents for friends in painted paper and then covering them with stickers.
: The thought of painting the dining room a lighter, brighter white.
: A really great book that is helping keep me right where I belong. Parenting for Peace.
: The thought of a weekend coming.  Yay for weekends and Papas and Grandmas!
: The thought of my dad having a great time at VMD this year.