We had the most lovely weekend. After a week of being severely grumpy, with a virtual meltdown on Friday, I decided to adjust my attitude.
One must simply be patient, rushing the arrival of the Stagglet certainly is a futile effort and pouting about the baby's insistence on a little more time to cook, was making me (and everyone else in my house) miserable.
Once again, not a lot of photos, but here's a few. Saturday was GORGEOUS weather and I gardened, as best as I could, most of the day. In the late afternoon, we attended a BBQ at our neighbors and that was a great distraction. On Sunday, we went to Bob & Trudi's and she prepared a divine brunch, we came home and did yard work, Bitty took us on a walk (more about that in a minute), I made a great dinner, and we ended the day chatting away in bed, after munching on ice cream and strawberries from our garden. Yesterday was perfect.
GARDEN WOES...
Our beets & spinach have been attacked by leafminers, nasty wormies that get in between the layers of leaf and eat all the good stuff, killing the plant. We purchased some neem oil and insecticide soap, hopefully that will kill the rotten things.
A close up of the damage... poor beets!
Spinach, rendered inedible by a stinkin' leaf miner. Gross.
Also, when I took the hot-houses off my peppers, the leaves got a sunburned and Eric was convinced they would all die. Since then they have recovered and begun to flower!
One of her silly faces. This large horse trough she is playing in is, in fact, the birthing tub! Ha. Eric says "... brings a whole new meaning to dropping the calf, huh, baby?" That's nice dear. Shortly after this was taken we sanitized and readied it, it is now at the foot of my bed. Can you believe we're birthing this baby at home - you better!
Adelaide, being a total imp, never holds still. Sunday, she was not feeling real well and so she was a snuggler. You know something is wrong with your child when they have gotten into the habit of proclaiming, "no touch me Mama!," and then out of the blue insist on being held, snuggled, and even having her backed rubbed. She also slept until 8:30 am, first time ever.
By late afternoon, she was back to herself. She grabbed the dog's leash and insisted that we walk Atila. It was raining, which was of no concern to her, we relented and let her decide the route. The little weasel - she led us directly to the park/playground, coyly deflecting any attempts on our part to direct the walk elsewhere (we had no idea what she was doing, until the park came into view, Eric asked her where she was going, and she responded, "just walking... (pause) THE PARK, silly Daddy!!!"). The kid is a card!
6 comments:
it is a wee but disturbing that addy is playing in the birthing trough....is this the same birthing trough other people have used? which makes it even more disturbing....its all this icky rain, your poor garden needs some sun!
You are one brave mama. We will all be rooting for you! I'm sorry about the garden. That's a huge bummer!
laughed hysterically over the dropping the calf comment. I have never met your hubby, but i'm not sure you could have found anyone more perfect for you! Good luck, anxiously awaiting the home birthing story!
I am so excited! If there's anything I've learned, or been told rather...it's that the baby is in charge! Which is why I still think it's a girl, and she just wants to be fashionably late :)
Okay you have me wondering now this process of home birth, I am googling home deliveries right after i check out the blogs. I will be informed. Take care no need to be anxious we are all doing it for you.
Are you a family of four yet?!?!?
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