I promised too many people that I’d take some pregnancy shots. I hate
them but here it is just cause I promised. And here are some with the
little boy.
It’s been a while since I had some flowers. I think I am going to buy
them more often. Feeling happy in general but sad about the sadness
around me.
This week’s creative therapy catalyst is: When
was the last time you were up all night?
Here’s my text:
The last time I stayed up all night on my own accord was in 1997. I was
living in New York and my husband (then boyfriend) was still at school
in Pittsburgh. We were talking over the phone and computer all night. At
the time, I was taking a class on 3-Dimensional computer graphics and I
was drawing a trumpet for my class. I spent the whole night working on
that instrument and chatting with him. It still is one of my fondest
memories.
And the trumpet
turned out ok, too.
Welcome February.
Here’s David snuggling up to Daddy. We spent the morning getting some
coding done and then David and Jake played the Wii a bit while I worked
on my kit from A Million Memories.
Productive days are my favorite. As Jake watched the Superbowl at a
friend’s house and David napped, I finished working with my kit and felt
happy and satisfied. Some of my favorite layouts of all time.
Got some sad news today from friends. A lot of that going around lately
which makes me pensive and sad. More on this later.
A quiet-ish day today. We looked at some houses in the morning and
really rested the rest of the day. Here’s to David really relaxing.
Love him.
He finally decided to remove his band-aid last night. I couldn’t believe
it. I am so proud of him. And then this morning, he pooped in the toilet
for the first time! He’s growing up, my little one.
I woke up all sick this morning. The allergies are at an all-time high
and I can barely keep eyes open. I wish things would let up a little
bit…but oh well. The little one is still moving and all seems to be
well so that’s what matters in the end.
This week’s prompt was “when i look into my eyes, i see _______.”
This tag didn’t photograph well at all but I couldn’t figure out how to
fix it. It has a lot of techniques from my list. The bottom brown
section is flocked, there’s wax all over it which causes the blotches.
The brown color is alcohol ink. The butterflies are embossed with
glittery brown powder. And the stamping of course.
To me, the tree represents potential growth and opportunity. The
butterflies, too, represent future full of possibility which is what I see.
Relatively quiet day today. I found out that I am anemic which would
explain the crazy exhaustion I’ve been feeling. Iron pills, here I come.
This afternoon, my friend Jess came over with her son Beckett and we had
a lot of fun playing together and chatting. Nice to have a friend,
especially such and old and solid one. I need to do more of this.
Allergies are acting up tonight and my head is just one big bubble but
otherwise, all in all still quite peaceful. 2009 is great so far.
Today started in a bit of a frenzy. I had my checkup at the doctor’s
which went beautifully and she even got David to help listen to the
baby’s heartbeat which was really nice and David loved it. But then I
had to do my glucose test which is this orange drink you have to drink
and then you have to have your blood drawn exactly 1 hour later. So I
drank my thing on the way to David’s school and then rushed back to the
doctor’s to have my blood taken. Ugh. Never liked that orange drink.
The ghastly headache seems to have mostly dissipated, thank God. In a
funky mood today but I know it will pass so I am just trying to take it
easy. Here’s to a more fun tomorrow.
Catalyst
Forty-Six was: What’s your favorite poem? Why?
Here’s my text:
If I had been asked this question years ago, I think I would have ended
up with a Robert Frost poem as for the longest time, he was my favorite
poet. I have always loved “Nothing Gold Can Stay” and used to write it
in my diaries. But that was all before I was introduced to William
Carlos Williams. As soon as I read this poem, I fell completely in love.
I can’t even tell you why. I think it’s because it’s so ordinary, so
simple. Such a beautiful representation of something that’s a part of
regular, married, loving life.
this is just to say
i have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
The little boy has been very patient and self-entertaining as my
headache is still here and making me frustrated, impatient, and not
interested in doing much. I love him so.
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