on vacation
I’m on vacation this week. Early on I checked work email. But yesterday and today I just don’t care. Not don’t want to. Don’t care. This is good. It means I’m really on vacation. We went to the farm market yesterday (Oscoda has their own now too, same folks as in E. Tawas, only on weds). Got loads of yummy stuff. We tried to go to the secondhand stores nearby the marina, but they were closed (DUH, people, the farm market is open, open your stores!) Anyway, ended up at Kmart where we got a pile of baby clothes on clearance, and a denim suit for mama. I was thinking of buying a couple nursing tops and nightie at Mwear, but decided to make them (I have the same color fabric…) and stumbled across Ros’s site about the empire top with nursing access. So I’ll make that.
I learned to crochet, made a cool necklace (that i need to restring, already, as the end tip was too short). Strung my broken ones. It’s been productive. Need to start on the baby shrug from the baby knits book. Mom got E. to sleep in her stroller and she’s snoozing by me. I can hear the wind blowing and the surf pounding outside. Not a good day to ride a bike, but a fine day to do yoga. I can ride on Monday or later this evening. I have a hair cut though at 530 at mom’s salon/boutique.
All in all, a good vacation. Needed the rest and relaxation and time to spend with E.
Filed under Everyday Life | Comment (0)move in weekend
Tonight on my walks I pass a lot of uhaul trailers disgorging students and their accoutrements. Alongside student, is parent, and increasingly, they do not look much older than we are. Tonight I pass a family. Mother on steps, daughter at threshold of door. Dad cutting up a box. Mom looks maybe five years older than I (maybe). She stops, smiles slightly at the bobbing head above the sling’s sidewalls and daughter, seeing her mother stop, also stops and looks. Mother thinks: I remember when my little girl was that age like it was yesterday. Daughter thinks: what’s a mother and baby doing in this neighborhood. Father: is she a student?
I’ll have a full head of gray hair when my daughter gets disgorged from a uhaul at her college residence.
Filed under Everyday Life | Comment (0)anxiety
As I drove to work i realized I forgot to kiss E. goodbye. L. took her and her son to a friend’s to play (makes her day easier). Then I thought, what if that’s the last time I see her? And now I can’t get a hold of L. (for an hour) so I’m near panic. But then she called, and all is well (though I will not rest until she’s actually HERE in my arms – there’s still the drive home).
I am surprised though at the intensity of the panic I have had off and on again. I really have to make the commitment to do yoga daily – even half the workout – to calm this down. I could be doing this now. Hmm. How about mountain and sun salutations for ten minutes.
I’m off to try it at least.
Filed under Everyday Life | Comment (0)early to bed…
…early to rise. She’ll probably be up at 5am wiggling and giggling again like she has been all week. How’d I get the kid that doesn’t sleep? Oh yeah. that would be me. Anyway, she’s down, been down for an hour. I hemmed pants, fixed the CJ knit pants (all except tacking down the waistline, which I will do tomorrow), trimmed off the ill-fated neckline of the Burda top (destined for a tube top) and generally got a few things done.
It was a nice morning – we went to the kids’ secondhand store to get an exersaucer and a new plaything for the playmat at work (she’s bored with the current toys). We went to pet store for dog food and stopped at the secondhand store to pick up two things they didn’t think they could consign.
I had on my stylish but comfy Sugar babe set. Downloaded a few new burdastyle patterns.
I got an email from the researcher in NY about the miscarriage book. Yes, they are publishing it. I emailed her back that I’d had the baby, that she was doing great, and she was ecstatic. I’m glad they are publishing the book. I’m still surprised at the way I feel when I hear others are pregnant. I have to work hard at it, because all of that reminds me of such the long time of nothing but loss.
Filed under Everyday Life | Comment (0)gas station bathrooms
We went on a BIG ROAD TRIP this weekend. In a big, plush, way-better-than-the-plane conversion van towing a camper. But E. still hates the car seat, especially when it stops moving AND when there is no food immediately forthcoming, when requested. So it wasn’t an altogether happy ride. But not bad.
The bike ride was our best yet, but still a lot of work and not as much magic as year 1. It was, however, a special weekend. Last year, this time, E. was conceived, and I found out about this little fact at Road America. It was all that I imagined, her snoozing in the front pack, or in her peapod behind our registration desk. Exactly how I imagined. Well, with more poop blowouts (because I never imagined those).
On the way home we stopped at the Fam Express gas station I so favored on my weekly Chicago trips. Beautiful, pristine bathrooms and good coffee (though I have not had any recently). And today, today I changed Eyrin’s diapers on their diaper deck. It made me a bit misty eyed. How one can get misty eyed over changing a diaper in a gas station bathroom? Well, let’s just say there will be many moments this year of firsts with her that will be like that. And I’ll be EVER grateful for each one of them. She’s snoozing in the sling. I’m doing wash (handwashing bras, load of E’s in for soaking) as we regroup from the ride. I hope to get in a bit of knitting this weekend.
I need to find knitter moms. And then it hits me, yeah I used to have that group. And wrecked it. But you know I can’t go back, and I have moved on. Former Friend is pregnant with #3 (and how did I guess this a while back? preggo radar).
As I look forward, I see purses (I’m in to clutches right now – perfect for matching diaper bags), I see a wonderful (stylish) summer vacation. Another tube top and jacket to match an existing outfit. The return to regular pedicures (friday night girls’ night out, yeah!) And a really awesome trip to France in the fall. I must find some consignment stores in Paris.
But I’m so freakin’ happy it’s amazing. Yes I have my tired moments, my anxiety moments, and I surely do look older, but hey, I’m below my prepreg weight, I’m loving life, it’s summer, a beautiful fall is on the way. Life is good.
Filed under Everyday Life | Comment (0)I love wednesdays
E. is asleep on her playmat on the floor. I love wednesdays. I feel like supermom, and she gets to be here with me. Granted, it’s not the interactive day she gets with L. so this can’t be an every day occurrence or she won’t be a smart kid. But I do love having her here with me.
G. finished my sewing table and it’s GORGEOUS (that’s a post for SewParadise). So I’m hoping this weekend with M&D here, that I can sew. I’m making nursing tops this week (and another sling).
And I inquired about an apartment in Paris last night. Haven’t yet heard back (and have another company or two to try as well, that R. used on her trip, and B. used on her trip). The world seems shiny and happy. That’s not to say that there aren’t moments of exasperation, but by and large I love motherhood. Love it. And I’m a great mom.
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