Elvie Kathryn turned ten months on the 3rd of January.
It’s been over seven months since we moved up here to the place we affectionately refer to as Janderhil.I made that name up while scrambling letters of our surnames and looking up old place-naming prefixes and suffixes. I ended up with Jan, yahn, a variant of John, which is my dad’s name. Then der-hil, of the hill, a mash-up of sorts, because it sounds like “yonder hill”. And then I felt foolish about the name and how much I liked it, and I sat on it for a year before finally mentioning it to someone. Thankfully they liked it.
I gave a quick tour of the house back in May, and here is a small look into how it looks now.
We slept late, this morning, the baby and ourselves. We awoke to a room full of grey light; the misty day after Christmas.
“It’s over,” Jeremy said, “Christmas is done.”
“No it’s not, we still have eleven more days!” I prefer to stick to the old idea of twelve days of Christmas even though our culture does not. Before those twelve days are out Jeremy will be back to work, back to school. We have this week, though.
The clouds broke mid-morning and the sun shone on the field, brown and gold and pale, pale green. When we went outside the wind whipped at us like it always does, but it was a warm wind. Our Christmas Day had been unseasonably warm, a fact which I relished, since it meant the boys could ride their Christmas gifts: a new bicycle for each of them.
We went outside, Jeremy and Pam and myself, as part of a meeting of the Janderhil Committee for Community Improvement and Development. We had spent breakfast discussing chickens and rabbits and bees and the garden, making mental lists and gathering ideas and ideals, long-term goals and goals for the year. Then when Elvie Kay went down for a nap, we stepped outside to ponder the location and size of the garden. We have a lot of preparations to make.
The boys followed us out to ride their bicycles.
Each month I share some of our favorite books we’ve shared over the course of the month. For reference, my boys are 5.75, 4, and 2.75 years old.
I waited so long last month to write this post that last month became two months ago and so this post is two months smooshed together. We got a great batch of books from our last trip to the library (which was two months ago, in October) and we haven’t been able to go back; since our library automatically renews items, we have just kept reading the same few books all this time. I hope to finally take them back this week.
We brought home seven books from that last library trip, and three were absolute favorites, three were so-so, and one was just generally disliked, and we read it once and no-one ever asked to read it again.
Elvie Kay turned nine months on the 3rd of December.
I have to stop there at that date for a moment and reflect. December 3rd is the day I had a D&C after my first miscarriage in 2007. It’s the day I found out I was pregnant with Clive in 2011 (was it really that long ago?) I am grateful to add another happy marker to that day–three-quarters of Elvie Kay’s first year.
Every month that passes for a baby is another mass of amazements and new abilities. Elvie has grown so much in the past month–her personality has grown, if that’s even possible! She started to really resemble her brothers in some ways and to starkly differ from them in other ways. She’s more herself than she’s ever been before. It’s both a joy and a profound perplexion; how can this little person, the fourth to come from us, just us, be so like her brothers and so unlike anyone else we have ever met? I suppose that’s why these monthly updates are so fascinating for me.