Bits and Pieces

I feel something of a compulsion to note the little happenings of our lives on my blog. My kids love to go through and peruse past posts. So, in that vane, here are some bits a pieces of our lives this past week. Anna and I finally finished our ladybug counting project. They line the front hall and Anna works on her numbers whenever they catch her fancy.

We made fimo necklaces in Activity Days and the kids wanted to try out the clay when we got home. Sean was gone that night so it turned out to be a bit of a lifesaver for my sanity. The kids were engrossed, and it was very relaxing to fiddle around with the substance for me, as well.

Our lovely cat (the cat formerly known as Gigi) is settling down quite a bit and we are enjoying him ever so much more now that his claws are clipped (yes, you read right - he is a he - not a she). Why we did not trim-up Greyor's little scratchy things sooner is beyond me. Anna keeps walking around the house telling Greyor he is a very good kitty now that doesn't scratch.

And, as you can see, we are all anxiously awaiting the arrival of the new little sister. Clothes are washed and organized and hung; a quilt is planned and waiting to be started (maybe tomorrow!); a playpen is purchased to serve as her first bed; her newborn hat is knit, awaiting its final seam; and now we are waiting for the new carpeting that continues to be delayed (I think we are on our third revised delivery date) so that we can finally get the girls' room set-up complete with crib and a new bed for Annaliese. I am trying to get life as organized as possible to smooth this transition. But I hope I am wise enough to know that one can only do so much, and then one has to just accept things as they are. In the meantime, however, I do not wish to squander a single moment of time when I feel good enough to do something - anything. ;>

A Space of One's Own

I am turning into a blogging junkie. Sometimes I just pull up my blog and leave it on my desktop. I have nothing to say; I just want to look at it. At first I thought I was just being vain (which is not much of a stretch for me), but then I realized what I love about seeing my blog. It is the one clean, organized space in my entire life. No matter how messy and chaotic my house or my life feels at the time, my blog is quiet and calm and full of beautiful things that I love and that I find interesting.

Maybe that is egocentric. I prefer to think of it as having a space of my own - a firm suggestion issued by Edith Wharton, if I'm not mistaken. Space that I can design and redesign at will. Space that I can lose myself in when I don't want to be found. Space that allows me to look at my life in a beautiful, orderly way. Space that reminds me about the most important people in my life - my husband and my children. Space that allows me to speak and then be heard, even if it is only by myself reading my own posting. Space that inspires me with pictures and books and quotes and stories that remind me of important moments and thoughts in my life. Space that refreshes me and brightens my perspective. Space that is all my own.