a little inspiration

You: :Are amazing!  How have you gotten to be 8 months old??? :Still are trying so hard to crawl. :Are trying to pull up on my legs when you get the chance but haven't gotten the idea of putting your feet flat.  For now you are still using the sides with your soles together. :Seem more interested in napping since you've had more of a chance with Emerson being at school. :Are not as interested in being confined.  The excersaucer works less and less to distract you. :Have the most pitiful cry on the planet.  I've been told this by other people, so it isn't all mama-talk.  You put your head down on your hands, push your lip out and generally look and sound as if someone has told you that all holidays are canceled. Forever. :You like to ride around in the ring sling. :Are loving exploring toys and playing independently on the floor. :Still think Emerson is hilarious. :Are eating lot's of things. :Have such an expressive face.  You flirt with ...

You can tell that this has been an unusual year because the sweaters are coming in late.  I can't believe how long ago this one was completed.  Of course, that baby never came.  Instead this sweater graces our sweet Anjali Eirwen.  It does seem as if perfect for her.  I loved finishing it with miss matched buttons.  The mornings are already so very cool and delicious and one days like today, when the rain falls and the clouds make everything dark and grey, you want to sit all day with a cup of tea.  I am in need of some new teas without caffeine for the season.  Any recommendations?  Her brother couldn't help but get into the photo shoot. :)  I have a long sleeved sweater in red and grey ready for her whenever I find the right buttons.  His is still a work in progress.  He gets bigger each year and the sweater takes so much longer now!  I used to do them almost all in a day .  I let him pick the colors ...

Today I took the plunge and went through some of the things waiting for me from the basement.  Mold everywhere.  It makes it easier to throw it all away.  The things are just things, I keep saying.  A lesson in attachment.  I am who I am without those things.

This is a picture from our trip this summer.  I keep meaning to share about it but we live in a whirlwind and I like to take the quiet times and keep them quiet. Yesterday Emerson went in while the baby was waking from a nap and I was making dinner and got her to go back to sleep himself.  Insert binky, pat, leave.  Quite amazing and if it only happens once I want to remember it forever anyway.  She adores him.  Utterly, completely. School has been such a help for him.  He is more and more fun to be around and the really hard days are harder and harder to find.  The other day we were at a play place and two parents came to tell me how special it was that Emerson was playing with and helping their children.  Magical.  I love being able to just love him more, being less frustrated. She wants to crawl.  She rocks and wiggles and tries again and again.  Soon things will be harder and more fun and gah, I'm about to burst with t...