One step at a time...

Making changes is hard, but oh so worth it. Earlier bedtimes, more regular mealtimes, learning to de-clutter....


::exhale::

Which eventually means more time for stuff like this...

Anticipating when it will look like this.


....off to that earlier bedtime.

a voice that might help me get to sleep...

what I'm loving...

Baby Feet

Watching my girl learn alongside her parents..

These podcasts.

This store, this store, and this shirt.

This blog...(blows me away everytime)

Well, I'm off..

Smelling the Crispness

I had so many blog posts planned for the summer...gardening, crafting, cooking, traveling.  But alas, I was too busy doing them, to chronicle them. I found this unfinished post in my drafts....

I miss the hospital. The last several weeks have gone by in a blur...lots of laundry, late nights, early mornings and more laundry. Combined with few showers, even less sleep and a cold or two, I have come to realize that I miss the hospital.  

..... And just like that, the summer is nearly gone.  I still find myself missing the solitude of the hospital. The daffodils came and went, and I'm looking forward to holidays, and fall projects of the needle and hook variety.  The rains have started. The leaves will turn soon, and though today was sunny and warm, that unmistakable autumn scent was in the air this morning.

Come sweet fall...we await your beauty.

Waiting for the Daffodils

There is nothing more exhausting than sitting and waiting. Waiting for spring, the smell of fresh moist dirt, warm rain, finally being able to leave the windows open and fill the house with the fresh, invigorating smell of a new season.  Waiting for change...new possibilities, new experiences, new routines.  Waiting for new life.....for meaningful contractions, for watery rupture....for the birth of my son.  Only ten days left till I am officially due, and yet I am on pins and needles, sick, sick, sick of winter, and due to achy hips and shoulders, unable to sleep and dream about spring.....oh the drudgery. 

Time to take a walk...

First ever!!

Aunt Val planted the seed.  She was my babysitter when I was small, and she introduced me to so many of the things that I love today.  Classical music played on her radio nonstop, she frequently took me thrifting or antiquing, and every once in a while I would see her knitting.  She didn't teach me how, but my interest in knitting started there.  I also remember loving sweaters and scarves (whether I got this from Aunt Val, I don't know). This drove my mother crazy since I often pulled old, moth eaten sweaters from the very back of closets, and anywhere else not usually frequented.  Any pile of old or boxed up clothes was like a treasure chest to me, and to find something knitted was to strike gold.   

In college, my affinity for knitted things, led me to purchase multiple skeins of yarn, random needles, and a book on teaching yourself to knit.  Never mind the fact that the needles and yarn were not what the patterns called for.  I knit a small swatch of practice knits and purls and put my knitting down for a year or so.  Then during my student teaching, I spotted one of my 6th graders crocheting a scarf for her friend.  I went and bought two hooks and started randomly knitting a baby blanket for my soon-to-be-born godson.  I do mean randomly, because I had no idea what I was doing.  Other than reading about how to start a foundation chain, I had no pattern to follow, and just assumed that if I made a big enough rectangle, it could pass for a blanket.  

Yes. I am aware that it sounds a bit naive.  Ok, it was lazy.  Needless to say, I never finished the blanket.  The poor lopsided, uneven thing is waiting (rather anxiously I'm sure) to be unraveled, and actually put to good use.  And there is actually a rather good chance of that happening, since I actually know a double crochet from a treble :)  and seed stitch from garter stitch.  In fact, this extremely long, tedious, and possibly boring historical chapter was written so that I could tell you....I have finally finished a project.!!! 

 Z's first wool soaker!!!  It looks a little snug, because I just pulled it on over her BG 3.0 for the picture.

Don't worry, she won't pull her belly button out.