I make cards

In the past year or so I have become enamored of making greeting cards by hand. This has resulted in way too much money spent at crafting stores. But I digress. It is also now one of the sole creative outlets I have, along with cooking and baking. Each one is like a tiny personal piece of art. I try to make every card unique, though of course I do re-use certain techniques and supplies. It’s just fun. I think I am getting better and better at it.

I just finished a birthday card for Brian’s grandmother’s 75th. I included several photos of Freya, cropped and mounted, including a picture of Grandma and Freya together last summer. I also made the card larger than the usual A2 size — instead using a longer piece of cardstock so I could do a tri-fold. I’ll take a picture of it before I send it, as I do all my cards. And here are a few I have made in the past year:


thank you card


birthday card for Rena


Freya’s birthday party invitations (in progress)


birthday card for Kristina


christmas cards

poo poo

Now that I’ve been a mother for a year and three months, I have gotten pretty used to the yucky side of parenthood. Luckily, Freya wasn’t much of a puker, and when she did spit up, it was just harmless breastmilk.

Tonight I took her upstairs for a diaper change after dinner. Little did I know she had produced an unholy quantity of poop. She did it secretly, while in her highchair. I recoiled not from the sight of so much shit, but because I immediately had to figure out how I was going to dispose of it while holding Freya’s legs aloft and wiping her bottom. Unfortunately I did not place the dirty diaper far enough away from the changing pad, and I lost control of one of Freya’s feet, which of course landed squarely in the poop.

Sorry for the gross story, but it just made me think of how unfazed I am by stuff like this, and how I just (relatively) calmly dealt with it, cleaned her up, dressed her, and went on with our evening. I think an untrained person, a non-parent, faced with all that, would likely suffer and whine and freak out. Like, say, me two years ago.

the book I used to be writing

Remember that? I don’t think I’ve worked on it in like three years. God. But I still have all my old chapters, all one hundred thousand words, stored safely on my hard drive and on a backup drive. So, someday. I still think about it, actually. So I haven’t given up by any means. I have also made many changes in my head. Will it ever be written down? It will. Probably not until Freya is ready for a part-time childcare situation. Which will be who knows when, a year from now?

Anyway just wanted to mention that. Even if just for my own comfort. I am still a writer.

resigned

I just need to come to the terms, at long last, with the fact that I simply should not wear colored polish on my fingernails. I need to stick with pale, sheer pink or nude, and nothing else.

I can do whatever I want with my toenails, though. Go bananas!

You’re welcome and goodnight.

girly girl

Freya likes to put my green acrylic bangle on her arm and walk around admiring it.

She also is fond of brushing her hair, and my hair, with her little baby hairbrush.

She seems to be taking on some “feminine” traits. I can only hope this doesn’t lead into some horrible full-blown princess obsession three or four years from now. Please no.

waving

I’ve kind of let myself go over the holidays. Baking, cooking, parties, and so on, plus no real exercise to speak of. Well, at least I indulged mostly in homemade goodies, right? No HFCS!

Anyhoo, time to get back into my walking every day routine. Weather permitting. The best time to do this is first thing in the morning, or right after Freya’s nap. Can’t really have her sleeping in the stroller anymore. But she is so different now than she used to be when our walks started a year ago. Then I barely got a half-block before she was out like a light. Now she gazes up and around at everything, pointing at birds, dogs, and most recently, the moon.

A few days ago we were walking home, under mostly clear late afternoon skies, and she suddenly made a noise and pointed her mittened hand straight out. I looked up and there was the moon, a pale waxing gibbous above the treeline. As far as I know, it’s the first time Freya had really noticed it. I stopped the stroller and kneeled down next to her. She was wide-eyed.

“The moon!” I said. Hoping to jog her memory: “Goodnight, Moon!”

“Mmmuh!” said Freya. Yay!

“Yes! The moon.”

We walked on and she pointed and exclaimed at the moon the entire way home, until it slipped behind the trees near our house. Then she waved bye-bye to it.

Yesterday we were taking a drizzly walk along the waterfront in our town. There is a harbor there full of docks and boats. As we passed by, four big beautiful mallard ducks swam up to the pier to look for food along the rocks. I showed Freya the ducks, pointing out their green feathers and saying “quack quack” softly. She watched them with interest. Then they all moved along, skimming along the still, dark water further down the pier. And Freya waved bye-bye to them, too.

Of course, she mastered waving about six months ago. She has a perfect little “parade wave,” which she uses on almost anyone, or anything. It’s especially prominent at the grocery store, when we arrive at the checkstand, and as we are leaving, when she waves to the supermarket as we exit.

new now

I’m over Livejournal. So, back to good ol’ Jane.org, with a new spiffy tool. Back in the day, or, pre-2003, I used to hand-code each blog entry in HTML. And then FTP it onto my site. And do the archives by hand. That was insane.

Anyway, I’d like to blog more regularly this year and LJ was interfering with that. Well, also, 24-7 care of my 15-month old daughter.

I’m going to keep my entries brief, I think. I mainly just want to stay in touch with the world in a coherent, non-Facebook-status-update way. And I want to document these early years as a mother for my little one to see someday.

Today we sat at the dinner table, Brian and I with our brown rice and broccoli and open faced cheese on toast. Freya with her bowl of homemade pureed spinach, peas, leeks and pears. She decided she wanted what we were having, despite her reluctance so far to eat very many “whole” foods. I put some rice and broccoli bits on her highchair tray. She of course really wanted toast, so she got a bit of that too. I was worried she wouldn’t eat her own dinner at all. She’s slipping into a “I want to do it myself” phase, I think, but is still unable to feed herself with a spoon.

But when we were done with our food, she decided that she was now fine with the green soup in her bowl, and ate every last bite. Yay.

Then we watched her favorite TV show, which is Jeopardy! She actually only likes it for the theme music, which makes her wiggle her butt.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Amazed still that my baby is walking. A year ago I remember her being just a few weeks old, and how she actually slept in the bassinet while we ate dinner — a rare feat at the time since she was such an in-arms newborn.

thirty-day photo meme: Day 30

30. a photo of you when you were happy

This is fitting because this photo, of me holding my baby shortly after her birth, was taken one year and one day ago.

Yesterday was Freya’s first birthday. We had a great day 🙂 It was also the only sunny day of this week, thanks weather.

+ We went to Rumplenewskins with a gift certificate and bought her first pair of good, sturdy, real shoes.

+ She took a perfect nap, from 1-3.

+ After her nap we went to the park and swung on the swings and visited with our friends Christina and Evan.

+ We went downtown and I got myself a celebratory decaf cappuccino.

+ Headed home to watch the San Francisco Giants crush the Rangers in game one of the World Series.

+ And to top it all off, she TOOK HER FIRST UNASSISTED STEPS! Then we went to bed.

It was an awesome day.

thirty-day photo meme: day 29

29. a photo of someone you find attractive

The obvious choice, my husband. Interestingly, last night I dreamed about him. I dreamed that I went back in time, to six months before we even met. I was working at some phone bank type of job, and he worked there, too. I had a crush on him and he flirted with me. I think the point of the dream is that if I could do it all over again and meet Brian in a different time and place, he would still be the right man for me.

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