It was a very green weekend. Happy St. Patricks’ day to you! The fog rolled in and stayed thick until sunday afternoon. It seemed winter was upon us again. Ellie and Jeff seemed to be feeling better so we did our usual farmers market on saturday but stayed for the annual St. Patricks’ Day Parade downtown. Let me tell you, Ventura has some interesting parade people. It was fun and Ellie seemed to enjoy the marching bands and the chaos of it all. Jeff’s parents joined us and we invited them back to our place for potato and leek soup and hot cocoa. It was chilly that day! Ellie has been trying all sorts of new foods, peas, pear, squash, sweet potato. She surprisingly seems to enjoy the veggies over the fruits. I’ve been trying to add in solids regularly now these days, but it’s harder than I thought trying to make baby food and determining when to feed her etc. We’re working out the kinks as we go.
Sunday we celebrated my Mom’s birthday (it’s the 19th but she has to work). We drove up and over the grade, through the pea soup fog and into a much sunnier and warmer area of Southern California. We spent the day gardening and relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. I made a lemon pound cake for my Mom, that I couldn’t get out of the pan. We dug into it with spoons. Very Good weekend. How was yours?
* linking up with Amanda.
Eloise: you had just woken from a nap when I took this picture. Your rosy cheeks and shining eyes made me smile a great big smile. You looked just like an angel. You’ve been sick with a head cold this week and it’s been a tough few days, on you, Daddy (who got sick too) and Mama. I don’t like hearing you cry and not being able to make it all better. I’ve tried my best though with lots of cuddles, nursing, rocking and wearing you in the carrier. Get better my angel. I love you so.
*joining jodi for the 52 project.
This week I loved the innocence of this portrait. These furry friends. And I think Jodi’s portrait of Che might be my favorite of hers so far (Poet is pretty darn cute as well).
“A single photo. No words. Capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember”. – joining Soulemama today! Happy Friday!
You’ve been sick these past few days. A little head cold. Nose is stuffy and eyes are red. It’s hard for you to nurse and it breaks my heart each time you pull away unable to suck and breath at the same time. You’ve been rightfully extra fussy these days and the only thing keeping Mama sane and you happy is taking walks. You prefer walking pressed up to me in the carrier. This way you can see the world from a safe distance and nurse when you feel the need. I love wearing you in the carrier but today, after hours of walking and no napping, Mama’s back is tired. But… I keep walking and I keep wearing you. We walk down the residential streets looking at the houses, making up stories of the people who call them home. We take deep breaths together, I can hear you sigh, your chest rising and your stuffy little nose crackling and wheezing every so slightly. We watch the trees that line the streets. Their branches sway back and forth. It’s a bit of a breezy day and I tuck your little arms closer into the carrier, you snuggle into my body a little closer. I kiss you on the forehead and you toss your head back a little and smile at me. “Dadadadada” you say to me or to no one or to this world you are just learning about. Your word of the day. You even mouth the dadada’s while you ride on my chest, practicing the way your tongue hits the roof of your mouth and gently pops out with each “ae” sound. You sneeze as we round the corner. “Bless you”, I say. You look up at me and watch my mouth move. You like watching me talk from inside the carrier. You can see how my tongue plays with my teeth as it finishes a sentence. We walk by some fragrant jasmine and I breathe it in and point it out to you. I like naming the flowers as we walk by them, “agapanthas, lantana, indian hawthorne.” My mother did the same when I was young and it stuck with me all these years. We keep walking. Your eyes are heavy but you don’t fall asleep. You nuzzle in for some milk and as I walk I let you eat. You peek your eyes up. You never want to miss anything. It’s too difficult to nurse and breathe. You break the latch and go back to making “dadada” sounds, watching the cars drive past us as we walk. It’s always quiet in our neighborhood. Quiet enough to hear each bird chirping. Sometimes I point them out to you on the telephone lines. Last week we saw a hawk. Your eyes got wide. Today we hear doves cooing. It’s a nice, quiet sound. We keep walking. Often I sing to you on our walks. Sometimes you listen and sometimes when you are very sleepy you start to sing with me. Oooos and Aaaaahhs. Your sleepy song. Today your body is fighting a bug and your eyes tell me you like the sound of my voice, singing you quiet lullabies, but you won’t join in today. We keep walking. We walk by the school. Children are out on the yard, playing their games. I ask you what kinds of things will you be into when you’re their age? I wonder what kind of mother I’ll be when you’re in school? I get anxious and excited just thinking about you being school-age. You feel heavier in the carrier. We keep walking. You want to nurse again. You nuzzle your head down near my breast never needing to say anything. I let you eat again and this time your head slowly releases closer to my body. Your hand grabs hold of my sweater and you’re so close to me I can almost feel your little heart beat against mine. I pull your sun hat up just a bit and as we walk I notice you have finally given in and fallen asleep. I kiss you on the forehead and I’m grateful I decided to keep walking.
* linking up a little late with Heather and Just Write.
I keep seeing throughout the blogging world these fantastic home tours or corners of their home posts and I just can’t help but join in. We have only lived in this house for about four months so making it a “home” is still a work in progress but there are little spaces here and there that I have gotten around to sprucing up and making homey. Being a stay-at-home Mama means I get to look at these spaces very regularly and I really wanted to share them here for you to see (because what’s better than getting a peek into someone’s home) and it will be a way for me to document what Ellie’s first “home” looked like for when she’s older. So here goes. I start with our bedroom because with a nursling baby it tends to get the most use. I am a collector of children’s art and this room is home to two of my favorite pieces. My Eric Carle Two Crickets Lithograph and my Babar Farm print I got in Paris on my honeymoon.
The wooden vase was handmade by my great uncle and the dresser was a purchase from a unfinished furniture store in Huntington Beach; one of the first things Jeff and I bought together. I have my nursing chair in the bedroom right now because it gets most use in here. It was actually a garage sale find and with a little washing of the cushions it looks and works beautifully. The pillow and quilt were handmade by my mom for one of my birthday’s years ago. The basket was a flea market find. It’s perfect for holding special quilts and also serves as a book basket for bedtime reading to Eloise. Our bedding was actually made by me. I wanted something simple, warm in the winter but cool in the summer and easily dressed up if I wanted with sheets and pillows. I used different shades of beige linens, sewed them all together and used a flat sheet for the backing. It is the softest, most perfect comforter I think I have ever had.
The pictures next to the glider are special to me. The print is a Nikki McClure and the photo is of me very pregnant with Eloise at our favorite farmers market in Orange County. I love looking at these two pictures when I’m rocking a sleepy baby. I’d like to move them into Ellie’s room one day when she’s ready for a space of her own. For now they are a pleasant reminder of my new role as Mama.
There’s always a stack of books Jeff and I are working on in any room of the house and a handmade coaster for tea, water or a cold glass of homebrew. The baby is sleeping with us for now and we have recently created a bigger space for ourselves by scooting a twin bed next to our queen and putting both on the floor. Perfect for all three of us for the time being. The quilt on the twin bed is another one I made. You can read more about it here.
I wanted our bedroom to be a comfortable space to rest, relax and unwind. I didn’t want too much on the walls and I opted for blue and green toned art for the room and soft fabrics both in comfort and color. I am always changing things, adding flea market finds here and there but I wanted to go to sleep every night in a peaceful setting and I think our room is just that- peaceful and comfortable.
Over the weekend I had my oldest, dearest friends over for a girls brunch. These girls and I have been friends for quite some time, some of us going on twenty years! (My that makes me feel old). I have made many memories with this group of girls, or women as we have grown up to become. We have all come a long way from when we all met. Now that we’re older and living our own lives, it’s difficult to always get together like we so often did when we were young. I have found we all walk different paths, hold different careers and sometimes differ in what we believe in but this is a loyal bunch and we’ve stayed connected. It’s a special thing to belong to a group like this and I treasure our times together.
I have always prided myself on being the memory keeper, the one with the pictures, the scrapbooks, the video clips, documenting our friendship; documenting the days of song and dance, of travels, of celebration. We spent the day eating good food, drinking afternoon mimosas and then hot tea, playing with the littlest of the groups children, discussing the futures of the ones yet to be born, chatting about new jobs and aspirations for current careers and spending plenty of time laughing and smiling over the many memories we’ve made together. It was a good day.
It was a packed, busy weekend. The weather cooperated beautifully though and was breezy but sunny. There were quiche’s and orange pound cakes made for a girls brunch at my house. Wonderful friends came on saturday for a lovely day of chatting, good food and reminiscing. Sunday we got up late because of the time change, spending a nice morning walk along a path above the beach with the in-laws who are still in town and then hurrying off to a first birthday party at another lovely local in a park that looked out on the coastline. I finished another handmade owl for the little birthday girl and I think I’m getting better. They are getting faster and sturdier. The long weekend ended with a long nap for baby. It was a busy but lovely March weekend. How was yours?
*joining Amanda over at Habit…
Eloise: You are a drooly mess these days but no teeth. No little buds, no nothing… except for drool. Lot’s of drool and lots of nursing. I’m keeping the teethers stocked!
I can’t believe we are already into week 10 with this project. I am learning a lot about my camera. Enjoying taking it everywhere with me and capturing the little moments in my family’s lives.
I loved baby Cecily this week and her adorable outfit. This take on the project was simply lovely. And Loved the colors in this shot.
*joining Jodi for the 52 project.
“A single picture. No words. Capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.” – joining Soulemama.
Spring is in the air. I can feel it. There are buds on the trees, daffodils blooming, my winter garden is suddenly getting heavier with produce and those peas have begun to sprout. I’m smelling the lush, sweet scent of jasmine everywhere and I’m getting the urge to clean, organize and dress areas of my home up in lighter colors.