See Ella, I told you that soon she would want to play with you. Give it 6 more months and maybe she won’t be trying to escape the ’space ship’ (aka a collapsible laundry hamper) before you get to Pluto.
I would like to introduce you all to Rock Bunny.
Sure, to the untrained eye, he looks like an unassuming pebble, but to the keen toddler’s eye, he shows his true form.
We found him on a walk a few days ago, and in that short time, we have gotten to know him quite well. We know he likes to hide under Ella’s bed, and that he can fly (with some help). He prefers rice to salad, and poops in the potty. He gets lost at birthday parties, does not fit in Alice’s ear, and doesn’t like to be in pockets or purses because then he can’t see. Right now, he is sitting on my desk, watching Ella play with “monies!”, and she is teaching him to count “One, twoooo, five, ten”. He may not look like much, but he has charmed me beyond measure.
Filed under: Cricket, Ella, Everyday, List, Thigns i want to remember, crafty
I swear I have a couple substantial, topic driven posts in the works in my drafts folder, but they can wait until later in the week. Today you get another list.
- New table! Ya!
Our old table was okay (and a major improvement over the sad, sad paint-peeling, one wing broken off and jimmy-rigged up, table we used for years) but this table is one that I actually like, which is always a bonus. There are enough chairs to fit all of us at the table at one time, and it fits better in the space, so win. Also: it’s an ugly green antique color that I love, so shut up. Also free, because as we know, I am a cheapo.
- I made curtains for the ‘nursery’ today, so that I could take down the quilt that has been hanging in the window for weeks. The room is still a mishmosh of furniture and purposes, but it’s perfect for mid-day naps and the like.
We plan to have Cricket in our room for the forseeable future, so this room is more of a guest room/place to put all the baby stuff. I couldn’t help but start a small theme though, since I didn’t get to decorate a nursery with Ella. Birdies birdies everywhere.
- I also finished a little apron dress for Ella, though it really tested my patience with my machine.
The tension is so very off, and nothing I can do seems to help. There are two appliqués (since the dress is reversible) and you can really see the tension problems on them. If it were not such a cheap POS I would consider getting it fixed, but it’s really not worth it. Pam sells beautiful machines in her shop, but even with a family discount they are more than I have made in the last.. oh… year of full-time motherhood, and I just can’t justify spending so much money on a hobby. In the mean time, I will just sneak down and use the machines they keep in the classrooms.
- Baby update: Still hanging out. Random contractions throughout the day and night, but the GREAT news is that my midwife is back in the country, so if we were to go into labor tomorrow, (supposedly the start of of our 37th week, thus, the safe zone for homebirth) we would have our lovely, wonderful, calming midwife here to help us (rather than her backup, who I am sure is nice, but is not Cathy.) I have an appointment with her tomorrow, where we will walk through the house and talk about final preparations (EEEEEEEEEE!) but really I am just excited to see her and hear about Senegal.
Also, a little “I want to remember this” story - During Ella’s birth, one of the most comforting things for me was having water poured from a cup slowly over my belly during contractions (obviously, while I was in the tub). Ella and I take baths together almost every night, and completely unprompted, she has started pouring water over my belly, cup after cup, until I sit up and start playing something else with her. She is a natural little doula. I will write more about having her at the birth another day, but wanted to remember this little habit.
- Today was knit-club, which was spectacular, mainly because it was the first one (in over a year of going) that I didn’t bring Ella to. You would think I actually would have gotten some knitting done, but as it turns out, I like talking more than knitting and can not do both at once. I *heart* knit club, though I usually am worn out by the time I come home. Social interaction - who knew it was so tiring?
I am going to steal a tag from Citymama, which I wish I would have started years ago. In a lot of ways, blogs (and their paper counterparts) have been a long list of “Things I Want to Remember”. I have a horrible memory (it’s accepted in my family that I will steal other people’s memories, because I can’t remember if they are really mine, or if I just heard someone tell the story…) and there have been so many moments in my life that I have let slip past. This sensation is so strong with Ella - Every day it seems like she does something that I want to be able to tell her about in 15 years (aka: tell her friends and embarrass her) but I know that if i don’t write it down, it’s bound to be lost in my “Wait, was that a movie?” pile. So, the first official “Things I want to remember:”
How when, after puking for the first time in your life, you looked at me, wide eyes and scared, and said “Mama?!” and reached for me. Earlier today you ignored me for almost two hours to play with your friends, and I couldn’t help but feel rejected. Even as I felt the sting, I knew how ridiculous it was that I was hurt, but still - you are my little buddy, my best pal. I am used to you begging for all of my attention, so when you could not wait to get rid of me, I made myself laugh it off. Just a flesh wound, right?
Well, it turns out one of those little boogery friends of yours gave you a bad bug, and you have not stopped throwing up since 6pm. Right now you are sleeping on the couch with a receiving blanket under your head (we have run out of towels) but I know it will not be long until you wake up mid-gag, again. Each time, you cling to me, sobbing between gags, and suddenly you are my tiny child again, and my heart both aches to watch you feel so miserable, but it also does a little dance, because you are my baby and you need me.
