february 28th, 2012
- watching an irish version of bob ross, whispering to the trees that he paints. story telling in his delightful irish accent
- made lemonade this morning. i don’t remember ever making real lemonade as a child, maybe just from the powder?
- black birds against a grey sky
- addicted to dark chocolate. a bitter taste that i would scrunch my nose at, i am now devouring and savouring.. and salivating just thinking about it.
- new pants, a size smaller. again. i actually have no idea what size i could really wear, the idea of smaller and smaller pants seems ridiculous to me. i’ve never worn a size 8 in my life, so the idea of even trying a 6 seems ludicrous. wondering what size my body would be if i actually dieted and exercised, rather than living off of dark chocolate and breastfeeding.
- waiting for a book in the post
- looking forward to flying home this summer. not looking forward to leaving steven for a month..
- listening to the washing machine churn my clothes
- thinking about my GMIT application again. erg. quickly running out of time and need a nudge to actually get the application in for a part time space in their bachelor of art and design program. one day a week devoted to myself and my art sounds absolutely amazing.. and yet…. the application form is tripping me up and stopping me from doing anything about it.
- marvelling at how very big my wee girl is these days.. how words are finding themselves in her mouth. seeing her mind work in piecing things together, mimicking us… discovering more of the fire in her personality
- meeting up with a local mama, claire running wild with her girls. red cheeks and sweat dripping from her curls. grateful.
- chili on the stove
- noticing this pattern as my babe transitions into child… the patterns of how she needs me shifting, sleep.. the most notable, how there were weeks and months where she only would sleep on you, never to be put down. how there were weeks and months of wearing her to sleep only. how there were weeks and months of nursing to sleep… how now, you ask ‘are you ready for bed?’ met with a big nod and a little body shuffling across the floor to start making her way up the stairs to bed.. how she’ll nurse until she’ll full- and turn over to get comfortable before drifting off to sleep.. amazed, even though there’s no need for me to be- just simply being.. allowing her to transition on her own from infancy to child. to grow up and away on her own terms..
3 Comments
such a perfect list of true life. i miss your moments.
You’re going to apply for GMIT? Girl, go for it! Get that application in, you will love it. It’s a beautiful looking college too, and you wouldn’t realise to look at it, but there’s a beach right across the road
Paper work always trips me up too. You better do it! If you inspired me to have a kid maybe you could also get my head in school mode!