Lovely Thing #2

Special little candygrams for special little people.

Lots of Skittles

What's under There?

Almost Done

Empty

Because who wouldn’t love to receive a box of Skittles in the mail on their birthday?! And the secret birthday wishes being uncovered as the candy disappears. Well, I think it is just perfect. (Disclaimer #1: Lest you think I am brilliantly creative, the idea isn’t mine. I’d happily give credit, but I can’t remember where I happened upon it.)

Will this be the year that we are actually on top of things and that we honor birthdays and other significant holidays in a timely fashion? Maybe, but let’s not get our hopes up. (Disclaimer #2: I am not usually on top of things and I still have two holiday gifts in progress, maybe they will be Valentine’s gifts instead…)

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The Simple Things

Bluest Blue

I happened upon a blog, Soul Aperture, a few days ago and noticed her generous offer, a $1 donation for each blog that joins her in writing about the simple things. Seeing her list, and others cropping up in the comments, well, I couldn’t resist thinking about and making a list of my very own. Without further adieu, the simple things of my life these days.

cinnamon rolls, just because

the bluest blue skies, on the coldest winter days

little baby giggles, when you hit just the right spot

a warm dinner, even if it wasn’t great

connecting with other mamas

fresh handspun yarn, filled with potential, drying on the radiator

quiet times filled with dreaming

a babe who only woke up to nurse TWICE last night

a hubby who is working overtime, but still comes home with a smile and ready to play

handmade curtains adorning every window in the house

the calm that happens when the babe is put in the sling, he knows

family dance time

making up silly songs

sitting, knitting, listening to the state of the union starting now

Life is simple, simple is good. For that, for this, I am grateful.

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Reunited

Plying

and it feels so good.

After a long time away, I had forgotten how peaceful and calm I am when I sit behind my wheel. How the slow, steady treadling quiets my mind and gives me space to think, reflect, dream. This week I finally carved out a bit of time to sit back at my wheel and ply a lovely, undyed merino/alpaca blend that had waited too long. It’s good to be back at it.

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It Was Bound to Happen

Taking a Snooze

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again (and, probably again), co-sleeping is lovely. Snuggled up in bed, warm and close to my two guys, really, it doesn’t get better than that.

Except of course when I wake up at midnight, with an overly warm little babe nestled in the crook of my arm, and vomit across my chest. Vomit, that wasn’t mine.

Yes, my friends, I do think I’ve been officially inducted into the wonderful world of mamas. The rites have commenced.

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