Monthly Archives: June 2011

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counting the curves

last october, i wrote as part of my goal to be able to zip up my pre-pregnancy jeans comfortably. i definitely wasn’t in any rush to get in shape or fret about pounds- who has time for that, or, better yet- who wants to have the time for that when you have this yummy little faery to play with.

slowly i started to notice my collar bones.. my face thinning.. getting comments from people about how much weight i’ve lost- and what was i doing to lose it.
eh… i wasn’t really taking much notice. sure.. my pants were falling off my hips when i’d walk up the stairs.. tripping me up. my frillies loose and hanging off my bum (!!)

i recently found my old journal from when i was dealing with infertility- i had taken measurements every few months- trying to get in shape and be healthy for a pregnancy, in hopes that that would help me conceive. and then i measured from today.. from pre pregnancy to now- i have lost 3.5 inches off the biggest of my waist. er.. belly? 2 inches from my waist. what?! no wonder these clothes and undies are falling off…

what am i doing?
well.. if you saw these gorgeously chunky thighs on my baby…
i really never took much thought into how much energy is burned by breastfeeding- they tell you about it, how breastfeeding will help shed the pounds and get you back into your body- but i didn’t think that would work for me. but. that’s just it. i haven’t done anything else. other than carrying my baby everywhere… eating handfuls of chocolate… breastfeeding on demand.

so now i’m in an awkward place- wearing huge clothes that are too big for me. and….. mom jeans.

seriously?  i thought these skinny jeans were cute on me. and then i saw a video of me in them– and realised that really.. they are mom jeans.coming up to my belly button to hold in my pooch… but what’s worse- is that they are too big and start to sag in the bum after a while. oy vey!

how do you dress your post-partum body? the soft muffin top that gently spills over everything…

excited to go home and go shopping with my mama. two sizes smaller shopping- crazy!

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keeping keepsakes

found via pinterest photo by Katie Clemons

i absolutely love the idea of this… a way to keep cards. i kept every card for claire from her baby shower and birth.. and already had it in my head to write and mail a card to her on holidays or random days (because everyone loves to get post through the door.. even if it could have just been handed to her. somehow. through the door in the mix with bills and junk is a little bit of magic)  i need to get better at sending post though….. ahem.
but this will be the perfect way to save all of those little bits.

have i mentioned that i have a problem hoarding stuff? um…..

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threadless


crossing one thing off of my goal list..
getting a design started for printing on fabric- oh my, harder than i thought to get a good image to repeat on fabric. this is just a sample swatch above, and i have two versions of the same print- still tweaking and working on it to get it right
… have to begin working on a sister fabric to pair with it.

but i just love the thought of having something of mine printed on fabric and sewn into a quilt or dress for my babies.. something to have forever after the paper has been sold, faded, gone. a quilt to wrap up in- with a piece of my art throughout it.

once i get it right, i can also make it available to you to purchase a yard or so if your heart desires…

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blah blah blah

- i write posts in my head at night.. and then i fall asleep. wake up. and have forgotten.. no matter how long i sit here with the blinking black line… how impatient is that little black line. blink. blink. blink.. waiting.. waiting… eh. i can’t think. i have nothing valid or important or clever or. you know. youuu knooowww..

- hooping.. i. am. addicted. i have a HUGE bruise on my hip, and i mean it’s ugly as fuck… but i’m in love with it. i don’t know why.. maybe because i made it happen by dancing my ass off, unlike the random bruises that spring up on your arms or legs that you can’t remember how they appeared. nope. this big huge ugly purple. brown. yuck is my badge.

- trying to decide what to do with my hair… i dreadded it.. and then unpicked every one of those knots. and then redreadded.. and picked those out again. so. i guess that just means i need to keep my hands out of my hair… and. that perhaps the time is not now for dreads. even though i love them so… even though steven LIKES them.. (he was the one that said eh..no.. they won’t look good. i don’t like them) he. he likes them. and i love them. and……. mer. my split ends were pissing me off..
so.
i want a hair cut. but damn if that doesn’t cost money. i haven’t been to a salon since i was 6 months pregnant, and i traded talents, not money.

- wondering how the hell mamas really meet other mama friends. i go to the park… try to make that small talk with other mamas.. it’s. the most ridiculous thing. i mean really? this is dumb.  maybe this fall i’ll sign up for the sewing or knitting classes in the city… or maybe the yoga class down the back street will start happening at a better time for me to go. or.. i don’t know. but small talk at the park about how the weather is nice today and shit tomorrow… or how oh, your baby is walking already, and i know.. so much hair..   pfft.

- i finally found something to help cure my t.e.r.r.i.b.l.e. hayfever. luffa complex. magic little concoction in a bottle.

- ohmygoodness… when claire’s little sweet teeth started sprouting through her gums, i was a little sad… i’ll never again see this all gummy smile that i love so much. but then those two little bottom teeth came in, and they were the cutest things ever. and now… two top teeth pushing through, one faster than the other. and it’s by far the cutest thing i’ve ever seen..

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sweetest music

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hoopla


walking. swaying. spinning in circles.
a hoop gliding around my hips
bruises kissing my waist
i’m completely addicted…

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nursling

all night. little rollie pollie, attached and clung on.
new teeth trying to push through changing her latch
yowch.
reminding myself that this phase will pass
all night milk buffet
i roll over and offer the other side.. pulling her body closer to mine- as she digs her feet into my belly… curving her body into a C shape.  pushing and pulling at the same time. stretching me out.
dozing off and with a painful little odd latch reminder, i take her off… gently roll back over.
her foot props up over my hip- the same way that i sleep when sharing the bed
not for long before she blindly starts searching for me again

9 months nursing, we’re doing acrobatics.
crawls up, latching on.. pulling off with a mouth full of milk and blows raspberries in the air.. spitting it everywhere. delighted with herself.. and latch back on again for more.
twist and turn upside down, legs in the air.. legs on my head.
toes to lips
little bruises on the soft of my arm from little fingers pinching

i am hers, completely.

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thankful…

. for catching a friend on the other side of the world- right before slumber reaches her… sharing a few little bits of love and silly.

. for being greeted this morning by a brilliant blue sky. she has been missed- tucked away for months under a blanket of grey… i wasn’t eager to see her this morning, a little rollie pollie clinging to me all night. it was time. get out of bed. there’s no point in trying to sleep for just a bit longer.

. two cups of tea before 8am…

. mini garden in my windowsill.. but how i wish i could walk through it. sinking my toes into the dark soil… dreaming up how my garden will grow when we have a backyard.. a place for frogs to visit, dandelions to grow wild and go to seed wishes.  for a clothes line to make home for tiny spider webs, rusting clothes pegs, and towels to blow in the breeze…
— for now. they sit prettily in my windowsill. my barefeet hit concrete before earth… the frogs and dandelions are a short walk away. big spiders spin intricate webs at my windows, becoming screens to keep mayflies out… and my towels are tumbled before drying on a clothes horse in the living room…
in time.

. the little paper bunting i made for steven’s birthday.. it makes me smile. so festive and lovely, especially when accompanied by the greenery. just makes everything feel cheerful.

. a bite of birthday cake for breakfast. who can resist?

. a hula hoop in the post… oooh yeah! i’ve been practicing the movements, in hopes that when that hoop is around my waist i’ll magically be amazing. doubtful. but a girl can dream

. every single little thing about this wee girl… oh my. really. oh. i wish i could share her with you. i never could have dreamed up someone so wonderful

. for this wonderful little portal that transports me in an instant into a friends living room… where we share laughter and tears.. tell secrets and jokes.. watch each others kids grow from sleeping newborns to walking toddlers… this little portal- from the comfort of my home, where we get to know each other more intimately- finding soul sisters across the map that we might have missed out on in this lifetime… making arrangements to meet in the flesh. an exchange of energy and love. lifting each other up. absolute witchcraft, no? i love it so..

. my man.. my beautiful man. watching him with our girl makes me tear up…  the way they communicate together- how she sinks into him… her wild eyes and laughter at the ready… her soft ‘da da da da’ when she presses her face against his. how she looks for him, waits for him, in love with him… how i’ve watched this man, sitting in that chair after i pushed her into this world- holding her newness in his arms… his tired, happy eyes… how in an instant he became the sweetest papa. for the first eight months of her life- sleeping in his arms or lap… under the watchful eye. being soothed back into slumber by his touch. letting mama get as much sleep as possible. he is a mighty treasure.

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these days…

yesterday claire and i crawled out of bed at 6am. not by my choice… but since we were up anyway, i started to bake steven’s birthday cake. a very humble looking cake…
i did the chores that he normally does- dishes and rubbish and recycling…  after a few hours i was able to crawl back into bed for a nap… such a lovely treat

while papa was in the shower we quickly made paper buntings for the windows and a silly mini one for the cake.

we sang happy birthday, and claire dove right in to share the chocolate slice with her papa… eagerly going back for more- we couldn’t stop laughing… i took the plate away, not like that stopped her- eyeing up the full cake and reaching for that as well.

my sweet man… our sweet babe. they are two peas in a pod… so silly together. i love them so.
happy birthday my love.

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