Saturday, January 30, 2010

Week One

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Arrival

This day, into the hearts and arms of her beautiful family, came Tallulah Rose.

Welcome, child. You were so worth the wait.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Waiting

Forty weeks is a long time to count down to the arrival of a new baby. If it all goes according to plan, they take 280 days to develop. We can't hear their little voices, we can't see their eyes, we can't hold them in our arms. But we want them to have all the time they need in there to come out safe and strong. So we wait.

That's one of the things kids are good for: teaching their parents the virtues of patience. Even before they arrive. Well, at least we're not elephants.

By this, the ninth month, the 281st day, I can scarcely think of anything else. Even while I sleep, my head is full of visions of finally meeting this baby. And it's not even my own. Every time the phone rings, my heart speeds up as I run to answer it. Not yet.

Everything is in place. The nest is ready, there are blankets and clothes and diapers, two eager parents and even a big sister.

She's already got everything she needs and her lungs have yet to breathe in all the love. Love from all the members of our tribe.

We're all more than ready, and she'll come when she's ready and the waiting will be over. Soon I'll answer that phone and it will finally be her, it will finally be time. Until then,

we wait.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Handmade Hubby

I made my man some new duds for this winter and I'm thrilled with the way they turned out. I mean doesn't he look handsome? The hat is pretty simple but still exciting because A: I finished it and B: It fits. Usually when knitting I have issues with both of those things.
The shirt I am SUPER proud of. I've been planning on making it since this summer, but kept putting it off. I wanted to make him something that he would really like and want to wear. I used a vintage cowboy shirt pattern and added my own details with the stitching. Anchors on the front and a pirate ship on the back.
He loves them both (or so he says) but I believe him because I've overheard him bragging to his friends.

I get such a feeling of satisfaction from making special things for the ones I love.