Tuesday, September 29, 2009

baby feet.

Someday all the painting might be done. But (*sigh*) not yet. Tonight I put a coat of Crumb Cookie on the front door trim and patio door trim. It looks nice and crisp now, and my arms are tired. Winn is installing the drawer slides in the Tupperware cupboard and the dividers in the cutting board/cookie sheet cabinet. One spice rack to go, and our kitchen will be officially complete!

There's a chance of frost tonight, so I picked the last three tomatoes from the vine this evening. I used one of them to make BLT's for supper. It hit the spot. I've been craving BLT's. Now we just need to pick our pumpkins and then we can mow the garden down for the year.

Before I go to bed, I have to show you these tiny metallic pretties that we got as a gift from my sister Carrie. I can't get over the adorable pink floral lining and the small rubber traction on the bottom. And in case the baby is a boy, she got some fabulous little navy blue corduroy sneakers as well...

Monday, September 28, 2009

gratitude list (continued).

21. My niece's tutu pajamas

22. Being taken out to dinner by my friend Rebecca

23. Working up a sweat in the hot kitchen while canning 20 pints of salsa and tomatoes

24. Playing "Red Light, Green Light" with Cate and Joel

25. Visiting my friend Valerie in the hospital and seeing how good she looks with her new liver

26. Going to see the afternoon matinee Julie & Julia with my mom and sister

27. Grape juice

28. French fries

29. Being able to take afternoon naps when I have no energy

30. Lint rollers

31. Having a bouquet of flowers from some friends delivered to our door this morning

32. Running through a corn maze with my niece and nephew, giggling and trying to lose the rest of the group

33. Caramel apples and baby bunnies at the apple orchard

34. A pot of Kalanchoe on my table

35. New trim around the front door

36. Crying with my client and her daughters as she got to "hear" today with her new cochlear implant

37. Pretty autumn magazine covers

38. Rain and thunder

39. Paisley fabric

40. Having a nice lady hold the elevator door for me today when I was in a hurry

41. Looking forward to a visit from another sister this weekend

42. Baking apple pies with my mom and Aunt Nancy for Sunday dinner

Sunday, September 27, 2009

a plug for my friend.

My friend Andrea (former owner and creator of Scrapjazz.com) is SO crafty and creative. I've learned a lot from her over the years about creativity, organization, parenting, and more. We were so sad when she and her family moved away from Rochester a couple years ago, but it was such a treat when they came to visit this summer. Anyway, she has now added the title of "sign maker" to her long list of abilities. Check out her business over at Signs by Andrea and spread the word to win a free sign of your own!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

gratitude list.

1. Tea lights in a muffin tin on our coffee table

2. A new shiny white laptop

3. Autumn smells like leaves and pumpkin

4. Another visit from my sister and nieces and nephew

5. A huge garden harvest

6. Our big slobbery yellow lab greeting us when we come home

7. Eating Honey Crisp apples straight off our tree

8. Dinner at my mom's two times in one week

9. Lots of excitement from friends and family coming our way about our pregnancy

10. Less nausea today than I've had in the past few weeks

11. A new part in the washing machine that makes it run more smoothly and quietly

12. Warm cherry pie just out of my oven

13. Hot tea on a fall evening

14. Watching my brother's soccer game in the rain

15. Having fun sisters to hang out with

16. Using coupons to get a couple treats at Bath & Body Works this afternoon

17. Reconnecting with old friends

18. Hearing my husband pray for our baby

19. A piano that holds a tune

20. Friendly conversation with my bank tellers

Monday, September 21, 2009

9 weeks.

Sitting here with my herbal pregnancy tea, a gift from my friend Janet over the weekend, and reading dozens of congratulatory notes from people we love. We've been so overwhelmed by our family and friends' excitement for us. I think that (and the pregnancy tea) has helped to ease the nausea. It seems all I eat these days, be it breakfast, lunch, or supper, is a slice of wheat toast and a piece of fruit. Except for yesterday when Mom had us over for Sunday dinner: BBQ ribs, garlic mashed potatoes, sauteed vegetables, warm Parmesan rolls, and apple crisp. And I was able to eat it without getting sick!

Janet's husband Kevin gave the baby its first Estwing hammer, with a big orange bow around the neck. Of course, Winn thinks he should be able to break it in. They also took us to dinner to celebrate at a new wood-fired pizza place in town. They are such silly good friends, making a fuss over us already.

And then there's my mom (and she already has five grandchildren, mind you) who has already gone shopping for a bag of diapers, two small neutral outfits, four receiving blankets, and a set of bibs. It was exciting to see the newborn diaper, small enough to fit in my palm.

In a while I've got to summon the energy to do some laundry and make a run to town for a box of printer paper, but until then you will find me on the couch for a morning nap.

Monday, September 7, 2009

happy birthday, sherill.

Today would have been my mother-in-law's 67th birthday. I wish for just a quick glimpse into heaven to see that sunny smile once again, as they're probably throwing her a party that we could only imagine. We miss her so much. So it is a bit melancholy around here today.

Winn took the day off to work on our never-ending renovations. Today's agenda has included duct work, a trip to the hardware store, and a threshhold for the front door. Meanwhile, I have been doing a bit of deep-cleaning and making Challah bread.

This weekend we brought in our harvest. There must have been about 50 pounds of red potatoes and loads of carrots and cucumbers, plus a good pile of sweet corn. We've already collected oodles of lettuce, gallons upon gallons of green beans, and a smaller amount of snap peas. The tomatoes and pumpkins are almost ready. Now the freezing and canning begins.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

to share or not to share.

We turned this old farmhouse into a three-bedroom, with the fourth becoming a new walk-in closet and master bathroom. We didn't think we'd miss the fourth one much because we thought if we have kids, we'd like them to share rooms anyway. And there's a large attic where we plan to have an extra hide-a-bed for guests when it's finished.

For most of my elementary school days I shared a room with my sister Carrie. She is almost two years younger than me. I was bossy, and Carrie was sweet and would do almost anything I'd ask her to. We each had a twin-sized bed in our room, and we would rearrange it often, to keep it interesting. Sometimes we'd have the beds directly across from each other, with a night table in between, and sometimes they would be on adjoining walls so that we could whisper at night when we were supposed to be sleeping.

The color in our bedspreads was called dusty rose, and we each had a porcelain doll on a stand on our dresser. And we had lots of barbies, which we kept in separate boxes because Carrie liked to throw hers all together and I liked to sort mine, with their clothes and accessories carefully stored in their own places. And we loved to set up a mansion for them in our bedroom, with the little barbie doll furniture and clothes that Grandma June made for our birthdays each year.

My older sister Jessica had a room right across the hall, with a daybed and a blue comforter. From time to time I would get bored with my sleeping arrangements and decide to move onto the trundle bed in Jessica's room. As a middle child, I always felt kind of jipped because Carrie had a room and Jess had a room, and I would float back and forth between them. But I guess I maybe liked it that way. However, Jessica wasn't at all acquiescent when it came to my bossiness, so we usually didn't last too long as roommates. Besides, Carrie and I liked to keep things fairly tidy, while Jess wasn't as concerned about dirty socks on the floor and apple cores on the dresser.

When I was about 11 and Jess 13, Mom decided to move the washer and dryer upstairs. I was in Jessica's room at the time, with Carrie just across the hall, and the two babies in their room across from Mom and Dad. Anyway, with our room becoming the new laundry room, Jess and I thought it would be a great adventure to move downstairs, because you see we were all grown-up and mature by this time. Dad cleaned out the old room downstairs and painted the floor and set up the bunk beds he had built, and we carried all our belongings down and hung curtains and laid a rug.

And there was a big work cabinet on the wall in the room, and we thought wouldn't it be so hip if we put our stereo up in that cabinet with one door swinging open with the speakers inside, and then we'd play Bryan Adams really loud while we put away all our things in our new room. And when our girlfriends or the Bacon boys would come over, we decided we were just about the coolest thing since sliced bread, with that new downstairs room to hang out in.

So I guess personal space is real nice, but sharing was probably the best, when you can whisper in the dark with the lights out and learn to share your things and make sacrifices and have a sister to set up Barbie Doll mansions with or sing along to the Best of Bryan Adams.

The way we were.