two signs of a pretty good morning
back to life
It’s always amusing to me how my children hit the ground running in the morning. I’m still groggy over my cup of tea and Mary is already in a pair of pink roller skates that are about five sizes too big, "skating" around the carpet, pausing only to give the cat, asleep on the sofa, lessons on how to skate. 
Emma is dressed in her helmet and riding shoes, straddling her horse, and on her way out the door for a "big show". Yesterday she had me fill her horse with stuffing and stitch it closed. She told me she didn’t like puppets and how floppy his head was. I almost called my sister–a vet technician– for proper stitching technique as I sat in my chair and closed up the open "wound" on the horse’s underbelly.
But…hallelujah, we are all pretty much healthy. We have come back from the land of ginger ale and saltine crackers. Everyone got the bug, except for me. Emma had it the worst of all, as it hung on for more than 48 hours. I set up a station on my kitchen counter full of "easy on the tummy" foods–flat coke, ginger ale, saltines, pretzel sticks, soft-boiled eggs and jello. It was a long week, but we’re through it.
Today I’m headed back to the fabric store to pick up some yardage of the brown flowered fabric. I’ve decided to go ahead and give the bumper cover a shot. As much as I’d like everything to be fresh and new and perfect for this baby, our budget is requiring me to mostly pull together the things we already have, adding a few small, new touches here and there–painted walls, new curtains (the red fabric from IKEA), etc.
Dan finished painting the room this weekend in the grey-blue (on the right in the color card above), and painting the crib in the creamy white peeking through behind it. This week he’s going to make me a set of the pegs like the ones in the picture below. I’ve always wanted a set of these in a baby room. (any and all rooms actually…) It is nice having a handy husband.
(martha stewart baby, fall 2002)
So, I’m obviously nesting…exactly four weeks away from my due date, which according to my doctor will be the latest I’ll deliver. Because of the meds I’m taking, an inducement is in my future. I’ll keep you posted on the bumper project. But first I need to go back and read all your comments to give myself a little bumper pep-talk….
It’s always amusing to me how my children hit the ground running in the morning. I’m still groggy over my cup of tea and Mary is already in a pair of pink roller skates that are about five sizes too big, "skating" around the carpet, pausing only to give the cat, asleep on the sofa, lessons on how to skate.
Emma is dressed in her helmet and riding shoes, straddling her horse, and on her way out the door for a "big show". Yesterday she had me fill her horse with stuffing and stitch it closed. She told me she didn’t like puppets and how floppy his head was. I almost called my sister–a vet technician– for proper stitching technique as I sat in my chair and closed up the open "wound" on the horse’s underbelly.
But…hallelujah, we are all pretty much healthy. We have come back from the land of ginger ale and saltine crackers. Everyone got the bug, except for me. Emma had it the worst of all, as it hung on for more than 48 hours. I set up a station on my kitchen counter full of "easy on the tummy" foods–flat coke, ginger ale, saltines, pretzel sticks, soft-boiled eggs and jello. It was a long week, but we’re through it.
Today I’m headed back to the fabric store to pick up some yardage of the brown flowered fabric. I’ve decided to go ahead and give the bumper cover a shot. As much as I’d like everything to be fresh and new and perfect for this baby, our budget is requiring me to mostly pull together the things we already have, adding a few small, new touches here and there–painted walls, new curtains (the red fabric from IKEA), etc.
Dan finished painting the room this weekend in the grey-blue (on the right in the color card above), and painting the crib in the creamy white peeking through behind it. This week he’s going to make me a set of the pegs like the ones in the picture below. I’ve always wanted a set of these in a baby room. (any and all rooms actually…) It is nice having a handy husband.
(martha stewart baby, fall 2002)
So, I’m obviously nesting…exactly four weeks away from my due date, which according to my doctor will be the latest I’ll deliver. Because of the meds I’m taking, an inducement is in my future. I’ll keep you posted on the bumper project. But first I need to go back and read all your comments to give myself a little bumper pep-talk….
they’re dropping all around me
Emma’s down for the count. Dan barely made the drive home from work.
The house is quiet. Everyone is asleep in their separate corners. But I’m standing strong–must be that pregnant immune system or something. Or all the praying I’m doing….
Mary is slowly bouncing back–never too sick to work on bird calls with her identiflyer.I think I’m going to have to get rechargeable batteries for this thing.
Yesterday I was sitting in the living room with the front door open and I kept hearing a house finch singing over and over outside. I couldn’t believe how it kept calling and calling. Then I realized I was sitting on the "Identiflyer". duh.
Emma has the bug worst of everyone so far. She slept on the bathroom floor from 4am until at least 10am–afraid she was going to be sick again. Poor thing. There was nothing I could do to persuade her to come out of there. At one particularly high point (or delusional) I heard her sing through ALL the verses of "She’ll Be Coming ‘Round The Mountain". I never knew she knew all the verses.
Alright back to nursing and praying…just wanted to check in with the healthy outside world….
Emma’s down for the count. Dan barely made the drive home from work.
The house is quiet. Everyone is asleep in their separate corners. But I’m standing strong–must be that pregnant immune system or something. Or all the praying I’m doing….
Mary is slowly bouncing back–never too sick to work on bird calls with her identiflyer.I think I’m going to have to get rechargeable batteries for this thing.
Yesterday I was sitting in the living room with the front door open and I kept hearing a house finch singing over and over outside. I couldn’t believe how it kept calling and calling. Then I realized I was sitting on the "Identiflyer". duh.
Emma has the bug worst of everyone so far. She slept on the bathroom floor from 4am until at least 10am–afraid she was going to be sick again. Poor thing. There was nothing I could do to persuade her to come out of there. At one particularly high point (or delusional) I heard her sing through ALL the verses of "She’ll Be Coming ‘Round The Mountain". I never knew she knew all the verses.
Alright back to nursing and praying…just wanted to check in with the healthy outside world….