I have never seen my freezer so full.  Ever.  And nothing else is going to fit in there so I guess that means I’m done cooking and freezing food!  Good thing because at 39 weeks, this baby is coming.  SOON!


It’s the onions, I swear!



Incongruent

My mind is moving fast with ideas.

My body is requesting, “Please stop!”

We moved our entire house around yesterday.  (That’s not true - our bathroom and kitchen remain the same)

I’m not even sure if there are lots of things to do, I just want to move and be productive because I feel in a couple weeks I’m going to be a happy couch and bed blob holding my squishy son and thinking he has the best face on the planet.


I’m learning to quilt.  I made my first thing ever yesterday!  It’s a bib for my son.  Next week I’m going to make a baby blanket.  He’s going to be the warmest baby boy in Oregon.

I’m learning to quilt.  I made my first thing ever yesterday!  It’s a bib for my son.  Next week I’m going to make a baby blanket.  He’s going to be the warmest baby boy in Oregon.


What they call you is one thing. What you answer to is something else.
Lucille Clifton, poet

Me : Would you give those beans a stir for me, please?

D : Of course. What are you doing over there?

Me : I’m reading about women in history.

D : For Women’s Month?

Me : Day.

D : (throws hands above his head) Women should have a fucking month!

Gotta love him.  <3




My baby loves Chopin!!

I’ve been taking piano lessons.  So far, I’ve had three and I’m teaching myself how to read music because I want to learn faster.  (by nature, I’m a competitive person, even with myself.  It’s not my best trait, however it serves me often enough.)

So, I play a song and struggle through the first few times finding the notes and fingers that match.  

Then (and this just happened, again), I take a break and leave the room.  And I hear D play the same song I just played on the piano.  He doesn’t know how to read music and he’s never shown an interest in learning piano, either.  He just listens to me, then sits down and copies what I’ve just done.

What an asshat!  The man can sing, dance, act, draw, play an instrument (without lessons), and he’s bloody hilarious.

But you know what?  I am way better at cleaning than him.

And we can both cook.  Now I’m bragging - which is really my way of inviting you over.  Let us entertain you!!