Well, what do you think of the new format? The upgraded template interface at Blogger is EASY. I set this up in about 30 minutes, new info included. Now I just need to get my links and stuff together and fill it out some. But first I hereby do the important step of congratulating myself on my progress so far. Yay me!
I'm in a much better headspace today (hurray for therapy!) and we are getting ready to take the girls out to their second movie in the theatre - The Last Mimzy. We have so-called "Mom's matinees" every Thursday, and when Kevin and I took the girls to see Bridge to Terebithia last month, we had the theatre all to ourselves! Rowyn loved it, and Dana slept. We'll have to see how today goes, but hopefully it will be fun for all!
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
3.29.2007
2.17.2007
Happy Belated Valentine's Day!
Hi folks -
The girls are 10 months old now, pulling to standing and cruising around. They aren't sleeping through the night without eating several times, and show no sign of doing so soon, despite our trying to get them to do so.
Still no art, still no time/energy to do anything but sometimes curl up with a book, but at least I am really starting to FEEL BETTER. My post-partum depression started improving in December, and I am finally almost completely off of my painkillers. Hurray! Now if I can just kick the remains of my winter cold!
That being that case, I have high hopes of being really finally over my pregnancy by the time Spring hits here in Vermont - around the girls' birthday in April - and that I'll actually be able to take them to the park, and to playgroups, and all that other fun mom-and-toddler stuff that I didn't get to do back when we were mom-and-babies. Ah well - better late than never, eh?
I hope that you and your families and projects are doing well...
The girls are 10 months old now, pulling to standing and cruising around. They aren't sleeping through the night without eating several times, and show no sign of doing so soon, despite our trying to get them to do so.
Still no art, still no time/energy to do anything but sometimes curl up with a book, but at least I am really starting to FEEL BETTER. My post-partum depression started improving in December, and I am finally almost completely off of my painkillers. Hurray! Now if I can just kick the remains of my winter cold!
That being that case, I have high hopes of being really finally over my pregnancy by the time Spring hits here in Vermont - around the girls' birthday in April - and that I'll actually be able to take them to the park, and to playgroups, and all that other fun mom-and-toddler stuff that I didn't get to do back when we were mom-and-babies. Ah well - better late than never, eh?
I hope that you and your families and projects are doing well...
11.16.2006
Long time
and no break in sight.
The girls are 7 months old now, and completely fabulous, but OI are they a handful, and I am TUCKERED OUT. Mom is shipping the girls and I off to her house in Boston for a week until Thanksgiving to 'give me a break,' but since I have the most hands-on hubby EVER, I just figure that I will be doing MORE work, not less.
Ah well, she means well.
Nothing artsy WHATSOEVER. Not even my usual ornament schtick. Sigh. My studio is now the househould junk room, and I really don't see that changing any time soon. Pain is still a constant in my life, and my meds and doctors just aren't helping anymore. Plus, time and energy are just nonexistant, as evidenced by my complete absence from this blog (hey, at least I remembered my account name for once!)
I think that my next project is going to actually be for my very own children, even though I have projects in process for other folk's kids. Those WILL get done eventually, but why should their kids get my limited work output when my own girls have nothing but the sweaters I made them (FINALLY finished them recently - they'll wear them once over this week for a picture, then get packed away, since they will already be too tight on my big 15 pounders!!! Best reason ever to not have something fit, eh?)
I want to applique their names in nice big letters that I made the templates for back when I was pregnant. I originally planned to do them in pastels, but since EVERYTHING I see these days is either a)pastel or b)bright primaries, I thought I might actually use like loden green or eggplant or something, just to give my eyes a break, but I probably won't. Regular colors on pastel grounds is probably going to be the ticket - something that will look nice now when they are babies, and will still look ok when they are preteens, in the not so distant as I like to think future.
Sigh. They are already growing up so fast! It sounds wicked cliched, but when life feels like one never ending day, it seems like they grow an inch a week!
Anyway, happy Turkey day to all. Do something creative for me (and tell me about it) so I can live vicariously. I'll even trade you pictures of my girls in their Halloween costumes for your good stories, ok? I'll check back in early December, so you even have time to DO the creative something before you write about it.
The world might still be spinning in it's appointed orbit, but it is still SPINNING, and my life with it! Whee!!!
The girls are 7 months old now, and completely fabulous, but OI are they a handful, and I am TUCKERED OUT. Mom is shipping the girls and I off to her house in Boston for a week until Thanksgiving to 'give me a break,' but since I have the most hands-on hubby EVER, I just figure that I will be doing MORE work, not less.
Ah well, she means well.
Nothing artsy WHATSOEVER. Not even my usual ornament schtick. Sigh. My studio is now the househould junk room, and I really don't see that changing any time soon. Pain is still a constant in my life, and my meds and doctors just aren't helping anymore. Plus, time and energy are just nonexistant, as evidenced by my complete absence from this blog (hey, at least I remembered my account name for once!)
I think that my next project is going to actually be for my very own children, even though I have projects in process for other folk's kids. Those WILL get done eventually, but why should their kids get my limited work output when my own girls have nothing but the sweaters I made them (FINALLY finished them recently - they'll wear them once over this week for a picture, then get packed away, since they will already be too tight on my big 15 pounders!!! Best reason ever to not have something fit, eh?)
I want to applique their names in nice big letters that I made the templates for back when I was pregnant. I originally planned to do them in pastels, but since EVERYTHING I see these days is either a)pastel or b)bright primaries, I thought I might actually use like loden green or eggplant or something, just to give my eyes a break, but I probably won't. Regular colors on pastel grounds is probably going to be the ticket - something that will look nice now when they are babies, and will still look ok when they are preteens, in the not so distant as I like to think future.
Sigh. They are already growing up so fast! It sounds wicked cliched, but when life feels like one never ending day, it seems like they grow an inch a week!
Anyway, happy Turkey day to all. Do something creative for me (and tell me about it) so I can live vicariously. I'll even trade you pictures of my girls in their Halloween costumes for your good stories, ok? I'll check back in early December, so you even have time to DO the creative something before you write about it.
The world might still be spinning in it's appointed orbit, but it is still SPINNING, and my life with it! Whee!!!
9.29.2006
Nothing so profound
No quilts, no politics; not really all that much ME under all of this spit-up. I LOVE being a mother - I've never wanted anything more than I've wanted my girls - but I have to have something that I want to do other than take care of them - I need something for my down time, something for my ME time; something FOR me, something ABOUT me, something ME, not just something MOM.
Fatigue is a very insidious disability. I keep getting just enough sleep to realize how frustrated I am with my situation. The art that I used to create is, again, too physically demanding. I stepped down from weaving to quilting years ago for the same reason, and I don't know where to step now. I dream of making furniture, but that is obviously right out of the question, and even my much lesser dreams of beading and scrapbooking require a stillness of hand and a dedication of time and environment that I just can't offer them. Let alone, a stillness of mind - I have to be able to put something down for an indefinate period of time in the time it takes my girls to go from asleep to inconsolate (about 30 seconds) and I need whatever I'm doing to be inexpensive ($360/month on less-allergenic formula to supplement my breast milk), baby/cat safe/proof, and not particularly flat surface consuming. I still haven't finished knitting the coming-home sweaters for my girls, and they are almost too big for them at near 6 months of age, and I am already spinning wool for blankets that I want to crochet for them that they can't outgrow, but neither "knitter" nor "crocheter" sounds like a description of myself that I could find self-satisfaction in.
If we move to the South Shore of Massachusetts, I can take on textiles and textile equipment curation at the Alden House in Duxbury, but we can't afford living there, and my parents can't afford to help us live there, and when we have said that, we've said it - no amount of *wanting* is going to change the financial facts of the situation, and I really don't want to risk my girls getting to see more of their grandparents just to get to spend most of that time watching them talk money with Mama and Dada. Plus, we can all do without the traffic, even if it does come with a lovely beach and dear, dear friends.
I *WILL* go back and get my MSW at some point, but my husband has his RN to get first, and who knows what life with the girls will be like by then anyway, so it sounds more than a little bit lame to define myself by what I want to do when my girls grow-up! Honestly, I want to spend the bulk of my time being the best Mom and wife that I can be, (as hokie as that sounds,) but I also need something where the free-will of others isn't going to be able to derail my senses of self and accomplishment.
My husband says that I could write, or program a game of my own (his hobby/semi-profession), but something about me just requires handwork, and not of the 'can do it in front of the TV without even watching' variety. Anything that a machine can do isn't likely to make me feel very good about my hard work.
Yes, I am a human BEING, not a human DOING, but I want to be something for and of myself, not defined by my relationship to others for 10 minutes a day (mother to my children, wife to my husband, daughter to my parents).
Suggestions welcome...
Fatigue is a very insidious disability. I keep getting just enough sleep to realize how frustrated I am with my situation. The art that I used to create is, again, too physically demanding. I stepped down from weaving to quilting years ago for the same reason, and I don't know where to step now. I dream of making furniture, but that is obviously right out of the question, and even my much lesser dreams of beading and scrapbooking require a stillness of hand and a dedication of time and environment that I just can't offer them. Let alone, a stillness of mind - I have to be able to put something down for an indefinate period of time in the time it takes my girls to go from asleep to inconsolate (about 30 seconds) and I need whatever I'm doing to be inexpensive ($360/month on less-allergenic formula to supplement my breast milk), baby/cat safe/proof, and not particularly flat surface consuming. I still haven't finished knitting the coming-home sweaters for my girls, and they are almost too big for them at near 6 months of age, and I am already spinning wool for blankets that I want to crochet for them that they can't outgrow, but neither "knitter" nor "crocheter" sounds like a description of myself that I could find self-satisfaction in.
If we move to the South Shore of Massachusetts, I can take on textiles and textile equipment curation at the Alden House in Duxbury, but we can't afford living there, and my parents can't afford to help us live there, and when we have said that, we've said it - no amount of *wanting* is going to change the financial facts of the situation, and I really don't want to risk my girls getting to see more of their grandparents just to get to spend most of that time watching them talk money with Mama and Dada. Plus, we can all do without the traffic, even if it does come with a lovely beach and dear, dear friends.
I *WILL* go back and get my MSW at some point, but my husband has his RN to get first, and who knows what life with the girls will be like by then anyway, so it sounds more than a little bit lame to define myself by what I want to do when my girls grow-up! Honestly, I want to spend the bulk of my time being the best Mom and wife that I can be, (as hokie as that sounds,) but I also need something where the free-will of others isn't going to be able to derail my senses of self and accomplishment.
My husband says that I could write, or program a game of my own (his hobby/semi-profession), but something about me just requires handwork, and not of the 'can do it in front of the TV without even watching' variety. Anything that a machine can do isn't likely to make me feel very good about my hard work.
Yes, I am a human BEING, not a human DOING, but I want to be something for and of myself, not defined by my relationship to others for 10 minutes a day (mother to my children, wife to my husband, daughter to my parents).
Suggestions welcome...
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