Creative Wanderings

A fortnight. I think that’s all that’s left!! Completely unbelievable. I could go on to say so much here, including how I am becoming obsessed with little babies….. but mostly I’m tired! What a surprise, huh? I will add this special moment. I spent several extra minutes tonight just rocking my sleeping Pearl. She’s grown up a lot and just keeps learning and changing. I really loved the time I had tonight with just her and me. There was nothing more important tonight than my sweet little girl – just her and me rocking together. It was a precious moment. 

Big news: I fit into my old Buckle jeans again!! It’s taken a long time for my body to fully rebound back, but I tried them on yesterday on a whim and was so happily surprised. Sure, I could have worked out harder earlier on and probably arrived at this happy place sooner, but I didn’t and I don’t regret it. That said, it feels AMAZING to know your old body is (more or less) finally back. The cutest girl in the whole wide world is amazing me daily, it seems. In the past two weeks she has learned to clap and wave, she gives kisses if you prompt her and offer a cheek, she adores standing up, and she has done a legit army crawl at least 3 times! She is such a joy to me. She also babbles more and more, tries to copy sounds or simple actions Read more…

Okay, I use the phrase occasionally, but I’ve been thinking on it recently. When did becoming an adult turn into a thing we don’t want to do? Something almost negative or not intrinsic to our growing up?  Our culture these days (in the USA at least) focuses so much on the individual and self and feelings about yourself that it seems a whole generation is becoming perpetual Peter Pans. Even as we grow up and make adult milestones, we refuse to admit we are real adults, instead defaulting to – what? Adulting? Kids pretending to be adults for a few tasks and then reverting to a less mature self? Sure seems like it.  Being and adult used to be something we aspired to. Turning 18 and 21, gaining our independence and freedom… Well we have it now. Is this generation really so avoidant of responsibilities that come with age?  More Read more…

My girl is such a wiggler! It’s not very often anymore that she’ll fall asleep on me after her feeding. I miss it. She did it tonight though, and it feels so wonderful. 

I spent ten years in Utah – no surprise then that most of my friends live there still. And I guess a lot of them have family that lives there too. Utah does that: keeps people there and close to family. I miss that aspect of it. (And the proximity of the mountains. Definitely miss that.)  If I lived in Utah, in sure I would have gone on a babyless date by now. Heck, maybe even had the chance to leave everyone and just go do something for myself.  But I don’t.  And I haven’t.  And I don’t see it happening anytime soon.  (And that’s mostly okay, but right now I’m not so thrilled about it.)

I don’t want to say much on this. My body made another human being – and a super cute one at that! I was pretty okay with how I grew. I was definitely on the small side with how I carried her, plus I didn’t gain lots of extra weight beyond the recommendations.  Now baby is out and it’s been a bit more of an adjustment. It could be the long recovery from surgery. It really did take almost six weeks before I felt like I could walk at my normal pace. It also left a scar – which isn’t so bad, but how the muscles and skin sit around the scar bothers me sometimes.  I fit into some of my old “fat” jeans! So I’m happy to be back to one of my old bodies, even if it wasn’t my smallest or most favorite. I’m still fluffy even though Read more…

Not sure if I’ve made note of this, but Grandma B passed away suddenly in September. I do miss her.  Today is her birthday! I never realized that she was born on the first day of spring, but how fitting. She loved nature and being close to the earth. She took pictures of lovely sunsets, kept flowers and a garden, and often talked of sleeping under the stars in her backyard.  I want my kids to know that about their great grandma. Plus she introduced me to some fantastic literature. 

The stake president spoke briefly about the music of the gospel – how the way we live our lives can be evidence of the gospel acting within us. He mentioned many types of people as quiet examples of this – the woman with cancer who fed the presidency between meetings, the scout leader who prepares a lesson for his son each week. And then, in what I’m pretty positive was a nod to us, he mentioned the new parents who don’t get much sleep.  I had already been in and out with Elsie at least twice. For the cumulative hour I was able to sit and listen, I probably yawned about ten times. And then Dave took her out too to help her fall asleep. He was just walking in when President Watterson made the comment. I appreciated his words. It seems to me a recognition that of all the Read more…