1. I had a vicious, 5-day food poisoning bout. It was terrible. I dropped 4 pounds! Yikes. But now I can eat, and oh, have I been eating. And I gained it all back and then some. It's the baby, I tell you!
2. Yesterday as I was leaving to run to the store, Gabriel called out to me in a sing-song voice, "Have fun, Mama!" He said it just the way I do and without being prompted by his dad. It made me so very happy. Now I have TWO people to wish me well when I leave for errands.
3. I stumbled upon "The Emancipation of Domesticity", by G.K. Chesterton this week (It's a section from his book "What's Wrong With The World?") Fascinating. Lots of food for thought.
4. My sewing-envy has reached a fever pitch. It doesn't help that 1) I love to peruse crafty sites that are chock-full of sewing projects that are so adorable and inspirational that your heart wants to explode!, and 2) my sewing machine is broken. Well, actually, I think it was me that broke it. Annnyways, I'll probably ask the hubster to have it fixed for me as a Mother's Day gift. Is that lame, to ask for a repair as a a gift? (This is all moot anyway, because he always gets me what I ask for and then something extra.)
With a functioning sewing machine, I will BY GOLLY make a pillow case or something. And it's going to be adorable and inspirational and your heart will want to explode.
5. A few days ago, I tackled the all-important task of teaching Gabriel how to cover his mouth and nose while sneezing. The fact that he has a limited vocabulary and I tend to over-complicate things is not a good combination: He now fails to cover his mouth and nose while sneezing, but does a fabulous imitation of covering them and fake sneezing. "Ah-choo!" Oh well, it's cute. Baby steps.
6. Somebody, please come save me from the Easter candy that is oozing out of every corner of this house. Every day, our neighbor gives my husband handfuls of it. He doesn't say no. The candy is taking over.
7. Remember the flowers we planted awhile back? Our flower bed is now full of neat rows of 6-inch tall bunches of leaves. Where are the flowers? We don't know. Ben confessed to me that every evening while he's watering them, he gives them a pep talk: "Now tomorrow, you're going to BLOOM! I want color! Petals! FLOWERS!!!"
Friday, April 17, 2009
Quick Takes.
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Oh Easter Candy, my arch nemesis. I have no advice for you.
I would be lost without my sewing machine so I feel your pain. For my next project I'll be altering my old maternity shirts so I can wear them again. The only thing I need is more time.
I immediately read that Chesterton chapter. Intriguing indeed! Much of what he says contains insight, but I always notice how Chesterton makes you feel that everybody is how he describes, when a vast proportion are not. I feel like he's defending an ancient tradition that contained much beauty, but that had flaws, and is now dead and long gone. He defends it well, and casts much wisdom about as he defends it. But you may as well defend the beauty of being 16 years old. When you're 20, it's not beautiful to still act like you're 16. Humanity has outgrown that ancient beauty, and now needs to find a brand new beauty - needs to reimagine itself to be what it has never been before.
Chesterton is persuading the skydiver not to jump. But humanity has already jumped, as rightly we ought to have done. It's both too late to go back, and would be wrong to go back if we could. Women are now educated, and there's nothing men can do that women can't. They may choose to be full-time mothers, but that is now one option among many. It is not written in stone tablets that women shall stay at home: only they may if they want. So may men, if they want.
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