Friday, April 15, 2011

This One's For You, Mom!

Well, three years have come and gone without you, and I still feel like it was just yesterday we were sitting in your bed together chatting about life before I headed off to school for the day. I heard the song I listened to on the way to the hospital (the last day we were together) on the radio this morning before I was aware enough to know it was the 15th. God is good like that. He knows every detail about us, and cares enough to bring moments like that into our daily lives. We miss you mom, every day and it's so wonderful to know we can some day run into your arms in paradise!

Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of mom on my new computer, but here is a picture of the house she grew up in on Prince Edward Island. My cousin and I went there last May and my mom's mom took us back to the old farmhouse:

Here is a little family picture Jason took last night while we had a dogpile (very rare.. June does not normally like being this close to Luke):

And yet another knitting project.. the pattern was taught to me by mom's mom when I was out there to visit:

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

home gardening

it's been too long, yet again! i've been busy busy busy converting the office into a baby space (since the baby related items were beginning to overwhelm the office stuff anyways) so now i have a baby room full of random things needing a home, and a desk at the bottom of my stairs with a flurry of paperwork engulfing it. i'm doing my husband's bookkeeping (eek!) and his uncle's tax stuff (double eek!) because apparently i will be good at it! ha.. we will see about that. so anyways, that has been occupying some of my spare time, and the rest is filled with excess laundry doing and knitting/crocheting..any form of yarnery i can get my hands on! i think i'm a bit addicted.

and as for today's theme: home gardening! my pictures for today are of the plants i have started on the basement window ledge. it might be too early for this.. but i couldn't wait to get my hands on some dirt. here they are: (it's vegetables in the long boxes and herbs in the small pots)

and why not.. a pregger self portrait for the road:

i went to the doctor with my wonderful husband this morning, and all is well, but she wants to do another ultrasound because last time the baby was hiding its head, so they didn't get a good look at the face. i'm not complaining! ultrasounds are awesome, minus all the noise for poor baby! sorry in there!

Monday, April 4, 2011

A few items..

To start off, here is the most recent belly pic:
18 weeks

This past week was Spring Break, which just flew by, and sadly I didn't keep up with my photo-a-day assignment. I meant to take more pictures but I am sharing the camera with my husband.. so I need to be good and take turns! Here are some photos from the weekend:

And some literary brilliance for thought:

monet refuses the operation

Doctor, you say there are no halos
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don't see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could see
Rouen cathedral is built
of parallel shafts of sun,
and now you want to restore 
my youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and bottom,
the illusion of three-dimensional space,
wisteria separate
from the bridge it covers.
What can I say to convince you
the Houses of Parliament dissolve
night after night to become
the fluid dream of the Thames?
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don't know each other,
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great continent. The world
is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
becomes water, lilies on water,
above and below water,
becomes lilac and mauve and yellow
and white and cerulean lamps,
small fists passing sunlight
so quickly to one another
that it would take long, streaming hair
inside my brush to catch it.
To paint the speed of light!
Our weighted shapes, these verticals,
burn to mix with air
and change our bones, skin, clothes
to gases. Doctor,
if only you could see
how heaven pulls the earth into its arms
and how infinitely the heart expands
to claim this world, blue vapor without end.
-Lisel Mueller

I love this poem. I found it at the opening of Anne Lamott's "Plan B Further Thoughts on Faith" and I am so glad she included it, it evokes such beauty, so I thought I'd share it.