I really was going to blog this week, Angela. Really. I was all ready to talk about something this past weekend that I had been thinking about, but after reading some other blogs, I lost steam. I discovered that Crystal (Biblical Womanhood, Money Saving Mom) doesn’t have a personal blog anymore, and noticed how Shannon (Rocks In My Dryer) doesn’t blog as much as before on hers. One thought they both shared on making these decisions was that what is necessary is “simply keeping some things to ourselves”. Well- I kinda felt sheepish for even planning the post I was, and promptly busied myself at doing something other than blogging. Yes, I know- balance is key. Not everything need be said, but some things are pretty darn fun to say. Like ‘darn’. But I digress. Must be the weather.
The weather! That is what I logged on here to write about! Is it too early for northeast central Ohioans to start planting things outside? Gee, because all week we should be sporting numbers in the 50s. Yesssss. The past two days we have gotten outside to play, all of us down to A Flat, and it has been lovely. I worked on the garden boxes, pulling at weeds, this morning, while the kids played on the playground. See, this was how it was supposed to work last year- I work right next to them, so I can mediate conflicts and bark orders from time to time. Only last year, C would constantly disappear when I would even try it. He is doing so much better at his ripe old age of two (and toilet trained to boot!), mostly because he now finds whatever the other boys are doing to be perfectly brilliant, and will tag along. There was one instance this morning when I couldn’t see A Flat on the playground, and started to panic. But then I noticed her pink coat hidden by A Major on the glider, and realized that was why I didn’t see her right away. Sweet how they all help out with her. Big S changed her out of wet clothes later after she’d fallen in a puddle. I should have videotaped it- Grandma calls A Flat an octopus, and that is exactly the kind of treatment S got, trying to diaper her and pull her shirt over her head.
Back to the garden boxes- I’m thinking peas, potatoes, spinach and leaf lettuce here at this house. Looks like I can get started Easter weekend. At the new house, Gus should be yielding spears soon. You simply do not understand how thrilled I am to have a mature asparagus plant. I thought about buying a crown or two (their root bed), but even then it would be years before I would harvest. I may go light on Gus this year, too, depending on the size of the spears. I have high hopes for Rhuby and Barbie this year. Oatmeal Rhubarb Cookies, winners of my personal Rhubarb Bake-off last year, are so close I can taste them. And Strawberry-Rhubarb crisp, runner up. Even though I’ll have to buy the strawberries at Meijer because they are not in season yet, it will be something to be savored. I’ll post the recipes when the time comes.
Baby Micah appears to be doing well. We have nine weeks of school left, and are hoping not to have to cut that short. I would be very surprised if she came early, based on how good the last weeks have been going. I’m learning contentment through all of this. How to rejoice with the newlywed couple in the OB office savoring those first few ultrasound pictures, and not throw myself a pity party instead. How to remain strong while the doctors continue to watch both babies, taking measurements of both heads, both abdomens, both femurs. How to remember that I have had the awesome experience of breathing in brand new baby hair how many times? And I get to do it again.
I know how it feels to have wings on your heels,
And to fly down the street in a trance.
All of my memories are happy tonight,
I’ve had [many baby loves] of my own.
~from “Hello Young Lovers” by Oscar Hammerstein II