Tag Archive: mama thoughts

Vera is five.

Okay, I know I said I'd write everyday, but who am I kidding? How about just more. More is good. The past couple of days have been fantastic, all told. I needed it, too. I needed a dose of fantastic. But I'll save that for tomorrow and keep this short and sweet.

I meant to write about this on her birthday back in February, but whatever. Vera is FIVE. How did this happen? I still remember that blustery day. I remember my two-day adventure in labor land, the transfer to the hospital and back home again… Mostly I remember the wave of joy I experienced the moment I held her in my arms sitting on that kitchen floor. I was ecstatic. I still am. She's magic, to me.… Continue Reading...

It’s Thursday? Yes. Thursday.

Today my sweet sister came and took Vera out to a play group at the botanical gardens with Tuula. Then they’re going to this "sonic lunch" event downtown where local bands come and play for free. Vera was so excited to dance with her cousin. I packed her a little lunch and sent her off, and she was so excited. It’s made this morning really easy and quiet- life feels so good right now. I had a friend come over, Jeff’s been working on the greenhouse, I cleaned some, took pictures and relaxed in the sun with Asa (who’s still a teeny bit yellow, so he’s soaking up the rays). Now I’m able to sit down and snack and write a little… so nice! 

It’s definitely a bit more of a juggling act with two, but it’s a way easier adjustment in so many ways.… Continue Reading...

The universe strikes again!

So my broom… it broke. A couple of weeks ago, the long handle just broke in half leaving me with a broom that stood not quite to my waist. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I didn’t think it would be much of a problem, but with a shedding dog, dirty garden feet running through the house, daily crumb happenings, and my big ol’ belly that can’t bend over the same way… it was just the wrong time for this to happen. Every time I tried to sweep up I would have to plop on the couch afterwards like it was some big feat. So I said "Universe! I would like a broom!"

Now I know I could just run up to the store and get a new broom, but with the way the universe works these days, a beautiful broom would have come my way right afterwards and taught me a lesson.… Continue Reading...

My days have been full and happy. Something is telling me to slow down a bit so that my brain can work again, but I’m not sure if it’s possible. This may be that "pregnancy brain" everyone talks about, but lately it’s hard for me to organize my head-space- even when I have lots of time to think. I’m just riding it out, and I think a good rule will be to just "do the next thing" rather than try to have a plan like I normally do. I suppose part of it is that we’ve got a lot of change going on, and it takes a toll in some ways. We’ve got this enormous garden project, the greenhouse, the chickens, the toddler (working on potty training and transitioning into her own room… we’ll see!), the new baby, my new pregnant body (changing all over again!), doula work, and on and on.… Continue Reading...

I like Sundays!

Jeff and I went to bed irritated at each other last night (it’s never really a "fight" anymore, just communication glitches it seems). In the early early dark morning, I got up to pee and when I climbed back in bed he held me close we said we were sorry. We decided to make it an "Our Sorry French Toast" kind of morning, and it’s been just the ticket. It’s impossible for us to always see each other fully. We’ve got our egos, our stress, our unfulfilled needs, etc., that hinder our ability to be patient and open with each other all the time. I’m just so grateful that we’ve got the ability and willingness to work on it, because our purpose together is clear. We are together to help each other grow and to keep each other safe in love.… Continue Reading...

Stretching.

Ever since I hit puberty I’ve had these little indentations on my skin, right at the base of my spine. I used to run my fingers over them, unsure of what they were, intrigued by the texture of my skin there. I remember being on the beach and a boyfriend asking about them, but I just shrugged and said it’d been there forever. I never thought much of it until I got pregnant. Right around the seventh month of my pregnancy a little pink scar appeared, to the right of my belly button. A stretch mark. I cried. Over the next couple of months they fanned out covering most of my belly. They appeared like flames on my breasts. I noticed them appear on the tops of my thighs, and I even got a few behind my knees.… Continue Reading...