Terrible/Perfect

4 weeks

Funny baby.

In four weeks I left my house in a vehicle four times: twice to the pediatrician, once to the obstetric nurse, and once to buy a minivan. All the rest was rest: putter around the home. Sleep. Cuddle. Take short walks. Read. My husband took the girls abroad to their various happenings. He did the shopping, picked up the library books, got the mail, took the family to church. Baby and I stayed home.

It was glorious. I'll never forget it.

Monday morning my husband is back to work, and I am back to homemaking. I am fully prepared, physically and emotionally.

I trust that a new rhythm will come, and that I will enter into it with a glad heart.

There in the eyes and chin

My youngest child looks very much like my mother-in-law,

who died two months before my oldest daughter was born.

I didn't know her for very long. We also didn't get along as well as I would have liked. We were born over four decades, an ocean and an entire continent apart. She was a widow and my husband was her only child. It was hard to relate to one another.

I loved her anyway. I often, nearly every day, think of her. It's hard not to. I think:

"Oh, there you are: swimsuit in the summer grass with ice cream all down your chin."

Every day loving some small enormous part of her with all of my whole entire heart, and it loves me right back.

Weekend Update

The weekend started out really crap when Mr. Terrible gave the baby a hot chocolate and it was horrible. But the non-sleeping and the parental wailing and gnashing of teeth came to an end, as all things do, and really everything else this weekend has been pretty rock n roll: new/old paper dolls, Pooh, a growing pile of selvedges and scraps to prove I'm doing craft work (sometimes craft work to Kraftwerk, even. Oh, man. Kraftwerk is epic. I can't even believe they were doing that crap in the 70s), Mothers Day cards for all the mums, a new-to-me (and free!) totally radical quilting book published in 1977, and FREE! COMIC! BOOK! DAY!     

Righteous.

Enjoy your weekends. Kiss your mums.