I was reading Before You Were Born to Luke and Nina the other day, when I got to the page about Mommy’s energy coming back in the second trimester. Now, I seem to recall that actually happens from my pregnancies with Luke and Nina, but I am wondering about this one. Little Gemma or Jack is really making my sleepy! I “need” more than 8 hours a night – a virtual marathon of sleep for me-who-went-years-on-much-less. And, teaching two high-energy drama classes followed by a tutoring student wipes me out! come on, nesting energy, where are you????
Now that I am not waking at 5 or 5:30 anymore for my alone time with Daily Readings and other less spiritually enriching tasks, my whole daily rhythm is going a bit askew. “losing” a couple hours a day does a number on it. What keeps me smiling though is my new wake-up routine… The pitter patter of Nina’s feet and her little voice giggling, ‘Where’s Mommy?” as she reaches up to be pulled into bed to snuggle with me. Then, her big kisses and hugs as she declares “I luvfs you so much!” before pulling the blanket over us, saying. “Mommy, the baby is warm now.” (She thinks the baby gets cold in my belly without the blanket!)
“Mommy, if (fill-in-the-blank), what would happen?” Oh, how this constant question of Luke’s gets to me sometimes. And, oh how I will miss it when it stops coming multiple times throughout the day. His inquisitive mind, his impish spark, his constant questioning and experimenting. They are so Luke and so special.
Isn’t a snow flurry great? Just enough covering to make things pretty and give the kids a way to spend a late afternoon – sweeping and brushing the snow from the drive with me. Praise God that no more big storms hit while Mike’s been away. No heavy lifting or dreaded plow leftover, simply some seasonal fun.
Something is better than nothing, right? That’s what I told myself as the kids and I baked a mere two of the many recipes I had hoped to sample for out St. Brigid tea, which happened, oh, half a week later. Still it was a fun, albeit simple, affair, with a lacey tablecloth, a starry votive candle to remind us of how St. Brigid’s cloak transformed, some decorations borrowed from out St. Brigid liturgical table, a prayer to St. brigid and a reading of the poem we found about her and her giving ways. Plus, Irish Soda Bread, Brown Irish Soda Bread, butter and chocolate drinks (per the kiddos requests) with simple conversation and lots of smiles… We are blessed!
I think I can. I think I can. Or, so I keep chanting to myself as I make small moves forward in overcoming the mountain of mess and clutter in our home. Please, oh, please, oh please, make my Thousand Things quest come quickly – and another one after it – and help my discipline increase so Baby 3 won’t be born, like Baby 1 and 2 were, into a home that is far less than I want it to be. For, yes, I know that my ideal dream of a Reggio-Montessori inspired home environment may be over another mountain or two, but I truly believe a welcome valley can lay just ahead.
Lent. It lays quite soon ahead. Oh my! As I flipped through my calendar the other day I realized what an early Easter we this year. (Or so it seems to me.) I must add Lent-lessons and activities to my thinking cap time. Any inspiration for observing Lent with wee ones would be most welcome.