Thursday, June 30, 2011
There's nothing quite like a trying time to make me think about my faith.
We've been under a lot of pressure here at Mabel's House. With great blessings (Miss Jane), apparently comes some trials. Without throwing off my pearls, lying on the floor and wallowing in the mud of self pity... I'll just limit it to broad terms that we all relate to from time to time. Health. Money. State of Mind.
Part of me wants to kick the dog (hypothetically of course because nothing could ever really make me kick Mabel, except if she bit me on the leg, and maybe not even then). Part of me wants to put hands on hips and say, "Excuse me, God? Can I have just a minute to enjoy my baby? To enjoy being a mother? Can I have it easy for just one second?"
Then I remember that this God I'm fussing at has blessed me beyond measure. More than I deserve. More than I will ever deserve. I'm thankful God is patient and slow on the lightning bolt toss. I know there's something to be learned in all of this, there always is. And no matter how scary, or how frustrating, or how gloomy the outlook... it's all just an allusion anyway.
During the Oprah season finale hoopla, something she said really stuck with me. She talked about a guest who had lost her son after a year of illness, and right before he died his last words were, "Oh mom, it was so easy."
I think all the hard things... all the scary monsters of life that sprout heads and grow like gigantic out of control sea monkeys... are just that. Allusions. And when we get to the end, I think that's the lesson. I think that's what God is teaching all of us: to draw a deep breath, to have faith, to take it easy.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Naps take precedence over paint selection. Evening talk fests (or as we like to call it: goo-time) supersede sanding. Tiny laundry needs to be done. Mabel's hurt feelings need to be soothed.
So my newest project goes unfinished, for now. We're all too busy with bouncy seats and eye contact and Jane's favorite thing in the whole wide world: Little Einstein Crib Soother.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
... and I've learned to sleep by myself. *insert heavenly sounding chorus here*
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
But then I looked at this picture (I've had it saved to my computer forever and can't remember where it came from, anyone know?). And then I asked myself, "Can you ever really have TOO much of your favorite color?"
Now I'm second guessing that whole sensible white paint idea. I do so love aqua. On another note, does anyone know if it's safe to paint with a baby in the house? I'm off to google it. Even though googling things scares the life out of me. I really ought to stop...
Thursday, June 16, 2011
"Remember this thing?" Mom smiled and proceeded to hand this mobile to me.
Remember indeed. Feelings and images from my childhood rushed back in one big wave. This was my mobile. I remembered staring at it. Listening to it.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
My solution? Aprons. Lots of them.
Monday, June 13, 2011
I bought a buffet that I don't technically have room for yet. I don't have a way to get it home.
But did that stop me? Nope. Why? Because our kitchen is at the center of what I consider "Bottlesplosion 2011." Pump parts and bottles and formula are everywhere (we finally settled on a breast milk/formula combo diet for Miss Jane, it's a long story). It's a small kitchen. We need more storage.
But first I have to explain to Matt why exactly he should go pick it up for me. *bats eyelashes*
And since we're on the subject of kitchens, lets all drool together. This is Kate Spade's kitchen. I have always loved black and white checked floors. And all the colors. It's so chic and pulled together. I'm fairly certain this new buffet of mine isn't going to help my kitchen look pulled together. It's probably going to look weird. But you know what's worse? A billion bottles filling already packed shelves. I choose weird over packed any day.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
But every time I walk by this house I hear it pleading, "Buy me, buy me..."
Granted, it's not for sale. And the owner probably thinks I'm crazy for standing in front of it longingly and taking a picture. But like Ralphie, my hope springs eternal. Red Rider BB Gun Syndrome is a powerful force.
So basically my sisters are on two different continents. They're traveling the world and having great adventures. One day a few weeks ago I felt quite sorry for myself. I slumped in front of the tv watching Oprah's season finale, gazing at my acid refluxy baby who desperately needed a bath, and thought to myself, "I'll never travel again (*sniff*)."
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
They're probably discussing my inability to change a poopy diaper in timely manner. Or the fact that I keep putting gloves on her because I'm too chicken to cut her fingernails.
Either way, there's some kind of anti-mother conspiracy going on.
I can sense it.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
My husband is a fantastic cook with a habit of winging it. He never follows a recipe, and never writes anything down. I think he does it on purpose. He just flies by the seat of his pants, thus creating delicious dishes that no one else can ever replicate.
Take this dish. It was fantastic. Wonderful. Here's the conversation that ensued.
Me: Wow. This might be the best Italian dish you've ever made. What's in it?
Matt: Eh. You know. Mushrooms. Peppers. Stuff.
Me: What seasoning did you use?
Matt: Pesto and something else. Can't remember.
Me, huffing: But what if I wanted to make it?
Matt: Just ask me, I'll make it for you.
You have my apologies for showing a picture of gorgeous food with no recipe on how to make it. But I can't complain. Except when I step onto the scales.