I love this white and fluffy coat from baby Gap! As Lola would say, it’s my favourite and my best, and of course, it’s just like the one Lotta wears in the Charlie & Lola episode/book “I Will be Especially Very Careful.”
[Update 12/11: It’s already sold out!]
it’s a quiet day here. it’s been gray outside all day, but gray in a lovely, sleepy, peaceful way. lisa hannigan and damien rice softly sing in the background while the dog sleeps, the Christmas tree lights twinkle, and the votive candles silently flicker.
at the request of generous friends who’ve offered to make me meals after baby is born, i’ve been working for hours on an exhaustive list of allergy-safe foods. you know, those strange ingredients which are free of corn, dairy, and wheat/gluten. they DO exist. they’re just elusive. i’ll post the list here, in PDF form, after i’ve finished compiling it.
speaking of baby, she’s due four-and-a-half weeks from now. eeee! obviously, i know she could be earlier or later than that, but it was quite a reality check when my doctor informed me this week that baby has already dropped. and how do you answer the question, “are you ready for the baby?” i mean, the crib is set up. the changing table is stocked with diapers. the clothes are washed and folded. my tummy is more than ready to stop stretching. the freezer meals…ok, the freezer meals aren’t made. and the hospital bag is not packed.
but how do you answer that question? are we ready for the baby? everything, and nothing, prepares us for this moment. we are altogether entirely ready and entirely unprepared. we are entering the unknown for which we’ve longed and prayed. we do not know what faces us, and yet, we run madly into this moment. we run madly, with eyes open and with eyes closed, with open arms and with overflowing joyful hearts.
and hope shines on, every brightly.
i had some fun with an embroidery needle, a white onesie and some thread which belonged to my husband’s great-grandma. and don’t laugh at my stitches. i haven’t embroidered anything since i was twelve years old.
*foray: (n) a brief excursion or attempt especially outside one’s accustomed sphere
i blogged previously about the fabulous lime green IKEA Somnat crib we’d picked out for our baby. last night, we assembled it! (and by we, i mean, my wonderful artist-husband.) yes, i know it’s still a little over seven weeks until baby is supposed to show her precious face, but things are already starting to get busy with thanksgiving, christmas, and new years plans. and our little kumquat is due just 10 days into the new year! so, husband got out his trusty cordless drill (who doesn’t like an excuse to use to use a power tool?) and assembled away. of course, this was after we’d measured everything in the room, plotted out the dimensions on a photoshop grid, and did some virtual rearranging to figure out how to actually fit the crib into our room.
isn’t it lovely? i can’t stop looking at it!
just yesterday i wrote that i haven’t been able to see many of the little people wearing that hats i’ve crocheted. and then my sweet friend christi (alas, she has no blog!) sent me this precious photo of her little taylor wearing the striped flower hat i made for her.
but it’s not that hat that is making my heart stop. it’s those cheeks! is she not the cutest thing?!
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tonight has been a little sleepy. i’m tired. it’s a natural part of being in the third trimester, i know, but i sure wish i had more energy. oh well, ‘they’ tell me i will only get more and more tired as time goes on, with a tiny baby paying no attention to the difference between night and day. my dear mother, though, was so encouraging today when we were talking on the phone. she told me how the late night feedings were actually quiet and peaceful, and not chaotic at all.
i can’t wait to experience the wonder of holding out little girl in my arms, and actually seeing her precious face. i thank God every day for this amazing miracle. just 9 more weeks now until my due date.
what a lovely saturday this was. =)
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