Sunday, September 30, 2012

Wonder full: something for the senses

Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....
Something to be thankful for.

25.09.2012 
Love

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Tiny happy

This post is titled in tribute to a lovely blog I read, tinyhappy. Melissa makes beautiful things.

Springtime tiny happies...



 ...and preparations for tiny happies (Ravelry)




Saturday, September 15, 2012

Wonder full: something for the senses

Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....
Something to be thankful for.

Friday night pizza. Granny & Pompa to help.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Space

I have been away from this space. Unplanned. 

However, once I've left that silence there for a while, for longer, much longer, than I hoped it's more challenging to fill. The story, the one that runs in my mind, changes; to and fro's and questions itself. Where and how do we start back?

So. I'm going with a collection of sorts; a bundle of what's been happening in our world. Good and not-so.


Good
The days continue to roll closer to meeting the newest member of our family. We have had name suggestion sessions with inspired ideas such as 'Nothing', and 'Flower Petal', and 'Baby 345' from our youngest contributor. We continue to bounce the idea of this new little life around the family. We don't talk about it all the time but it is a frequent mention in conversation. A warming up until our wee friend is a smidge more tangible.


Good
Our boy seems to be in his golden days. He is divine. Sweet, caring, funny and fun. Smart and helpful. Challenging at times, yes, but these times are few and, nowadays, easily diffused. He loves helping in the kitchen, the garden and reading books. He wants to make and create. His role play and creative play is clever and entertaining. 

The not-so-good
I had a little 'episode' a week or so ago, that has given us all a scare. In brief, after swimming one afternoon, I began to get visual disturbances. This got worse over the next hour and was joined by a headache, confusion, slurred speech, loss of sensation in my right hand and then difficulty walking on my own. We went to a major hospital and I spent the night in a ressus room in the Emergency Department. A CT scan was done (clear) and an attempt at an MRI that was unsuccessful. After 24 hours observing me and everything resolving except a residual headache they allowed me to go home. It has been suggested that this was a migraine. We hope so. I have never suffered from migraine before and have always felt for those who do. It seems this is the preferable option. I had another minor, headache and visual loss a week later that resolved within a couple of hours. The whole episode left us all feeling a little fragile and frightened and thankful and in love. 
For the first few days after, I was frightened of going in to labour should it be the catalyst to cause something more sinister to show itself. I have settled somewhat, although, somewhere in the deeps of my thoughts there is uncertainty. 
This is not something I want to make a fuss about. We are all fine and remain an extremely fortunate family. Hopefully it will fall in to that big bowl of experience salad and make our understanding and appreciation of the world around us greater and stronger. Cherish today, cherish this moment.

Good
Again, it being suggested that I need to take it easy has allowed me the opportunity to create. Knitting, knitting and a little sewing. 


Good
Birthday parties.
We had to do her party early this year as the baby is due pretty much on our big girl's birthday. We thought we'd give the party a couple of week buffer zone and threw it a few weeks early. She had a great time. It was fun.


Good
Springtime. Yay.
It's here. Not everyday just yet but those Wintery chills are becoming fewer and farther between. Everyday the numbers and size of the green leaves in the yard increases.


Sunshiney thoughts to you all. 

x