It seems there is so much to think about right now, to anticipate and prepare for. I’m thinking of the upcoming holidays and my hopes for them, or maybe it’s an early bit of nesting hitting, I did spend the weekend cleaning and organizing. It usually takes something to get me motivated and started, this time I believe it was switching rooms upstairs. I really like the new arrangement. I feel like I have a bit more space and a smidge more privacy. I have been filling this space with books I want to read to myself and to my children; putting things I want to focus on, or that my kids may do quietly next to me, on the dresser and shelf by our bed. We have always let our children share our bed with us, if not during the night, during cozy evenings or lazy afternoons. For me there is a notebook for lists and plans, knitting projects to work on, my piano theory book, homeschooling materials I hope to spend time looking through, and for my kids, more books, card games, and their little corking (or spool knitting) projects.
Jonny laughs at me because I keep telling him that I am not convinced that I am really pregnant all the while going on this mad cleaning and organizing binge this weekend on very little sleep (sick girls!)
I entered the second trimester today, and I feel really good most of the time, which adds to the feeling of, “will there really be another baby?” It’s always hard to believe until I start feeling those first little kicks.
I wonder if the nesting urge has started this early with my other pregnancies? I can’t remember. Maybe it’s just that I recognize that we have so much more to do this time, and less spare time to do it.
I meant to finish this little gift for Beatrix’s upcoming birthday today. Instead the kitchen floor was scrubbed, my bathrooms cleaned, and my homeschooling week planned.
My evening knitting time has been interrupted these past couple of nights (quite happily) by The Black Stallion. After getting the girls to sleep, I have been reading it to the boys. Why don’t I remember this story? I know I read it when I was a child. The story is so exciting that rather than our typical one chapter a night, we are reading two and three chapters. Jonny stops whatever he is doing to listen as well.
After spending almost two years “cocooning” Gabriel (with the exception of Sunday Mass,) we have recently added our second outside of the home activity for the boys. In addition to joining Cub Scouts, this is our first real soccer season. We aren’t braving outdoor soccer and all that practice time yet (next spring!) but Keats and Gabe are playing indoor every Saturday, and Jonny is coaching. This is so much fun! (with the exception of watching one poor little boy on the team get yelled at by his soccer crazed mother-she’s scary! these are seven year olds for goodness sake!)
And finally after more than a year, we have our flagstone, and the necessary supplies for Jonny to finish our front porch. He started laying the stone out in the yard today, getting a feel for things. If he can get this (big) job finished before the end of the year, I will be so happy!!! Then it will be on to him replacing our leaky roof.
So there is lots going on around here, keeping me ever so focused on my home and my family. It’s a nice cozy feeling that pairs so well with these cool days and fire warmed mornings.
p.s. Jonny just discovered a bird’s nest in Larkspur’s bed with a chicken egg in it. I think she was hoping to hatch it 🙂 She took the bird’s nest from our nature shelf (and left a trail of grassy bits leading all the way upstairs into her bed.)
later…
I am remembering Lark telling me earlier today that she had “discovered” an egg that a chicken layed in the yard, and that it was “so old that we can’t eat it because it will have a chick in it by now.” I don’t remember what she told me she did with it…disposed of it somehow. I didn’t give the situation much thought.
So upon furthur questioning…the real story: Larkspur told us that she found the egg under the willow tree. Then she amended her story to include the fact that she found the egg under the willow tree because a few days ago she took an egg from the nest boxes and placed it under the willow tree herself. I think she had a plan. I believe she thought that if she let the egg get “too old” that we wouldn’t be able to eat it and that she could then hatch it herself. She’s a sneaky little thing. I will have to explain to her how the whole hatching thing works again, and remind her that we have to wait until next spring and let one of the mama hens hatch the baby chicks.
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