Friday, June 24, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Olivia is now sweet 16!
Cookies and Cream Cheesecake Cupcakes were a huge hit!
The grocery store is exactly one mile from our house.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tomorrow morning, at 9 am, the piano tuner is coming. You see, the last time our piano was repaired was the hardest day of my life. I thought Ben was upstairs taking a nap when in fact my boy had died in his sleep.
I am having a hard week.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Do you remember the robin that made it's nest in my shrubs? Oh, my heart broke for her the day I found the fragile blue egg on the ground, broken and lost. I cried for the lost baby bird, I cried for the mama that lost her baby. I cried for Gus, our baby that we lost at 16 weeks. Miscarriage was devastating for me.
But two weeks ago, she returned. The mama came back to her nest and tried again. This time, there were not one, but two tiny eggs. We were both surprised, that bird and me. I would check on that empy nest every so often, just hoping that I would see this....
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
It is for her Bitty Baby that I gave her on her first birthday.
The yarn is fuzzy and soft and I only had a tiny amount, so it had to be a small project.
The pink yarn is the beginning of yet another diaper cover for Therese, who happened to turn 9 months old this very day. How did that happen? She is growing so fast that it seems like I am constantly knitting larger covers. She is also advancing way too quickly. For instance:
-she can stand unassisted for at least 30 seconds.
-she figured out how to climb up the first step of our stairs.
-she can crawl extremely fast (and thus get to things she oughtn't before her mother can stop her).
The book: Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
I am enjoying this book like you would enjoy a rich dessert. Little bites at a time and stopping to savor each morsel. Mr. Bradbury's writing is delightful.
Head on over to Ginny's to see more great knits and reads.
Monday, June 6, 2011
"Mom, what's the 'A' word"?
Stunned, and at a loss for an explanation, (and thinking I might need to have a talk with other members of this household), I coolly replied:
"What 'A' word"?
"You know. The one we weren't allowed to say during Lent."
me: " Ohhhhhhh! Alleluia."
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Back inside, the coffee perculating its steady blurps, she stood at the door and watched the storm. The first gust of wind swirled tree branches and sent the birds fleeing to safer perches. A low rumble in the distance and the call of the mourning doves bringing it closer yet. Leaving her post at the door, she poured the coffee, and returned to the door. A flash. A drop, then another. She loved these quiet mornings, so rare now that the house was full of children. It took her back to her own childhood. A quiet morning on her grandmother's porch. Sitting with Papa on the swing, chains rattling, the wood creaking under their weight, and the smell of his pipe. Papa telling her to be still and listen to the rain that was on its way. And they sat side by side, and waited.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
to take some pictures of the garden, where I got distracted by a cuter subject....