Wednesday, September 23, 2009


I was awoken in the dark by Young A informing me that the trees fell over. He wasn't too pleased. I thought he had been dreaming. He insisted it was real. "The trees outside?" I asked. Nope. The trees in his room. And to add injury to insult, one of them was on his bed. Finally, my tired mind made sense of it all. The fake trees in his room fell over. And as he had chosen to sleep on the floor, they most likely landed on him. Once again, I had been certain one of my children wasn't making sense only to realize that he was being quite clear.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

On a clear day, you can see forever.

Shortly after we moved in, the fog rolled into my brain. While I could meet the daily needs at home, planning, enjoying, and thriving were beyond me. I hate it when this happens. I hate not knowing why (pregnancy? moving? anemia?) I also struggle to think well enough to figure out how clearly (or not) I'm thinking.

A few weeks ago, the fog finally cleared. I can think. I can plan. I wake up and want to do something with the day. And I can recognize that whatever the reason, the fog was making life quite difficult. When I was five and six months pregnant, I didn't know how I would survive until October because everything (thinking, walking, surviving) was already so hard. Now that I'm eight months along, most days are much easier. And things that seemed so impossible then (like adding a new baby to this mix), seem quite doable.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Tumble Dry...Bliss

Our dryer started making funny noises. I've spent the last week or two figuring out the best places in my home to hang wet laundry. This weekend, the Professor hooked up my new dryer. It's amazing how much easier laundry seems now. I am also amazed at how much space one load of laundry takes when spread out to dry.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

See a penny, pick it up...

But please, don't eat it.

Last week, Miss E was in her bed, supposedly going to sleep. Suddenly, she was crying. When asked why, we were told, "I ate some money." Apparently, swallowing a penny doesn't feel too nice, although once it hits the stomach things ease up. I hurried her to urgent care before they closed to make sure it didn't get stuck. It didn't.

Miss E thought it was quite nice to have some one-on-one time with me. She didn't mind the toy or the cookies she got from the doctor either. I'm hoping she doesn't think it was fun enough for a repeat performance.

Monday, September 14, 2009

It's been a peach of a day.

Today I managed to bottle the rest of the peaches that were waiting on my counter. Now I have 21 quarts cooling and waiting to be put away with the others that the Professor helped me with a week ago. I always find bottled peaches so satisfying. My next decision, do I buy more or call it good for this year?