So, too, has managing three blog posts in one week- hopefully a trend towards better times and better days, difficult as it has been to get back into a groove again. It's been helpful to have ideas virtually dropped in my lap: Mia's ten-month milestone called for pictures, which I grudgingly talked myself into organizing, forced myself into editing, and then took incredible pride in after all was said and done; the very next day I enjoyed a special moment with Amelia, courtesy of Abby, which I simply had to share.
Then came the weekend, which felt long, lonely and unstructured, and has gifted me with fresh doubts about just how prepared I am to face the week ahead. While much of the country has been focused on Superbowl Sunday, the significance of the date nearly slipped my mind this year. It's been a quiet Sunday here for us, marked only by a long-overdue impulse to finally take down and put away the Christmas tree and all of its relevant decorations.
I left the tree itself to Tom, a task which I have always found depressing, but made the mistake of tackling the window lights. As I carefully unthreaded them from the loop I'd made over the curtain rod, it struck me how little time had seemed to pass since I first put them up, even considering our dire procrastination. How little time, how big the change.
Doubtful as we were about our chances of a successful one, we were indeed pregnant at that moment not so long ago, and we clearly are not now. Every move I made beyond that realization seemed to have a double meaning, fraught with both sorrow and hope. Though my heart ached with every ornament box I bagged, light strand I wrapped, and creche figurine I carefully stored away, it occurred to me that my actions were somewhat of a physical manifestation of what I've been trying to do emotionally: move past, move forward, move on. That last thought, at least, was actually somewhat comforting.
Christmas is over now. My pregnancy has ended. Tomorrow is a new day.
Picnic on the bedroom floor. |
Earl Grey: |
She's ten months old and ready to get serious. |
Artwork by Michael. |
My small victory. |
Mia learns all about Little Blue Truck. |
Someone's mastered the one-handed lean. |
Who knew dinnertime prep could be so exciting? |
Michael destroys his first sippy cup. |
Overheard this week:
Abby
"Bad guys don't share, and they eat people a lot of times..."
"A: that's the first letter of my name. B: that's the second letter of my name. B: that's the third letter of my name. Y: that's the fourth letter of my name."
Between Tom and Abby
T: "Abby, should we get some frozen lobster tails?"
A: "No, just fish."
Michael
"I did it!"
"Don't do that."
"Risotto."
Amelia
{nom nom} Little Miss loves mushrooms!
Development of the week: Cruising. I'm seeing more and more of it each day.