Elvie Kathryn turned ten months on the 3rd of January.
I bought this journal at a craft market a couple of weeks ago. I declined to write anything in it until I decided what exactly I wanted to put in it. After some thought (and probably too much at that) I decided to use it to write down the poems I’ve written about the kids, for the kids, etc. I don’t have that many, but they are coming to me more frequently now for some reason. They have titles like Pretzel Dogs or Sandbox or Nicknames and while they are generally inside jokes and will never be published, I think they are kind of funny. I will compile them all in this little book, and some day when I’m gone I hope my children squabble over who gets to keep it.
I love the look of it and felt like it needed to be photographed, so I gathered a few things and trotted outdoors to where the light is the best.
I really only meant to take a few pictures and then go back inside. It was close to bedtime, after all, and we don’t usually go romping across the fields after dinner. Sometimes we swing a bit or go to dig in the sand pile, but mostly we clean things up and then run circles ’round one another until Mama hollers that it’s bedtime, or someone crashes into someone else and we all have a good cry, or sometimes both.
But the home we call Janderhil is surrounded by fields and fields of farmland with ever-shifting identities; sometimes they’re cornfields, sometimes they’re bean fields, but this summer they’re wheat, and they’ve gone from deep green to yellow-gold in the weeks since we’ve moved here. The wind is strong here on the Hill, good for drying clothes outdoors and for a windmill (if we had one). And the wind blows the wheat in acre-long ripples that makes it move just like water.
It’s impossible for me to see the waving stalks of wheat and not think about Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem Pirate Story:
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
this post is sponsored by pinkblush maternity. all opinions are mine
A couple of weeks ago, during a hospital visit for unwanted contractions, the nurse in L&D triage called me back as gravita six, para three. That means I have six pregnancies and three births under my belt, and at the very least (I’d like to think) it gives me an air of credibility when I walk into the Labor and Delivery ward saying I’m having contractions. Probably because none of them remember the two or three false alarms I had with Anselm, but you know, that was back when I was a gravita four, para two. Things have changed since then.
Well anyway, if being gravita six para three doesn’t exactly make me an expert on when to head to the hospital, I’ll take that as an excuse to have been in the dark about PinkBlush Maternity for the majority of this pregnancy. This is my fourth go-round with maternity wear, but where have I been? Because I’m really kicking myself that I haven’t heard about them before.
I was already thirty-something weeks pregnant when PinkBlush Maternity contacted me to collaborate, so it was a priority for me to find something that would work not only for these very large-bellied last few weeks of pregnancy, but something that I could easily use for postpartum, too. I was taken with this button-up tunic the moment I saw it! I thought the length would make it super versatile, the button-up style would make it great for breastfeeding after baby came, and it has pockets.
So, how was your Christmas and New Year?
Mine was great, but I didn’t document much, because my blog crashed Christmas morning and just got back up on New Year’s Day. What a way to enforce a hiatus, right?