it’s beginning to look alot like there won’t be any christmas brouhaha around these parts. yay! there was talk of a tree. very small, sarcastic talk about my “stick tree” and that, was that. no one has the energy to actually take action and that’s fine with me. the house is kind of out of our control at the moment and that’s fine with me too. baby things everywhere, yarns, fabrics, laundry. i tidy up every now and again but the mess builds up right behind me. i am embracing the mess.

little Kable guy is growing right before our eyes and even we who cannot tear our eyes away from him can see it happening. it really is like falling in love. that’s what the midwife told me having a grandkid might be like.

i am deeply in love.

Not James the Cable Guy!

The world’s cutest, sweetest most perfect baby boy. For real. Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Grandfather and bulldog, all doing well. Well….maybe the bulldog isn’t doing that well. Not being able to play with the new toy is a bit…unfair.

Babies aren’t that much work after all but they do require lots of staring at. I feel like I haven’t taken my eyes off him since he was born. It kind of hurts my eyes a little NOT to be staring at him. I remember that very same feeling when my own wild woman was born.

So that happened.

PS. The name change came suddenly and I have not been able to make the adjustment.  I am not alone. Everyone, including his mother, still calls him James even though she decided he wasn’t a James he’s a Kaleb. Which I am also not adjusting to very well, hence  Not James the Cable Guy.

Not James the Cable Guy!

The world’s cutest, sweetest most perfect baby boy. For real. Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Grandfather and bulldog, all doing well. Well….maybe the bulldog isn’t doing that well. Not being able to play with the new toy is a bit…unfair.

Babies aren’t that much work after all but they do require lots of staring at. I feel like I haven’t taken my eyes off him since he was born. It kind of hurts my eyes a little NOT to be staring at him. I remember that very same feeling when my own wild woman was born.

So that happened.

PS. The name change came suddenly and I have not been able to make the adjustment.  I am not alone. Everyone, including his mother, still calls him James even though she decided he wasn’t a James he’s a Kaleb. Which I am also not adjusting to very well, hence  Not James the Cable Guy.

It’s over. The Thanksgiving brouhaha is in the past and it was fine and wonderful. The leftovers have been consumed by man, woman and beast.

Now we wait for the arrival of the little guy. All his clothes are folded and tucked away, waiting for his little arms and legs to fill them.

 His chariot awaits.

But for now, all is quiet. My mom is drinking her tea and Lu is snuggled up beside me wondering where everyone went. She looks a bit forlorn but I am soaking in it.

It’s over. The Thanksgiving brouhaha is in the past and it was fine and wonderful. The leftovers have been consumed by man, woman and beast.

Now we wait for the arrival of the little guy. All his clothes are folded and tucked away, waiting for his little arms and legs to fill them.

 His chariot awaits.

But for now, all is quiet. My mom is drinking her tea and Lu is snuggled up beside me wondering where everyone went. She looks a bit forlorn but I am soaking in it.

Easier said than done. But I’m giving it a go. The post Thanksgiving exhaustion should be interesting, given that I’m already beyond that. I’m ready for my nap now Mr DeMille! Yesterday I tweaked my back. One of those just standing there and all of a sudden your back goes into spasm from all the shit you’ve been lifting and hauling the week before deals. Like your back just waits until your still for a moment and then sticks the knife in. Nothing some Supta Padangusthasana won’t take care of.  If I can get to it.

Wishing you all a beautiful, peaceful, full of love, tasty holiday!

Easier said than done. But I’m giving it a go. The post Thanksgiving exhaustion should be interesting, given that I’m already beyond that. I’m ready for my nap now Mr DeMille! Yesterday I tweaked my back. One of those just standing there and all of a sudden your back goes into spasm from all the shit you’ve been lifting and hauling the week before deals. Like your back just waits until your still for a moment and then sticks the knife in. Nothing some Supta Padangusthasana won’t take care of.  If I can get to it.

Wishing you all a beautiful, peaceful, full of love, tasty holiday!

It’s been a wild ride around here. We’ve managed to re-arrange our little space to accommodate 7 people. Though only 5 will remain after the festivities and one will be really tiny and will fit into the crook of my arms. Yesterday the wild woman and I went through all his little clothes and folded and organized everything. He has more clothes than anyone else in the house and many of them have monkeys on them.

Lu is all a twitter. She loves snuggling up next to the wild woman’s big belly and she is always watching watching to see what the wild woman will do next. Eat something? Is it toast? Is there peanut butter on it?

Tomorrow we drive up to SF to pick up my mom. It will be a quick quick banzai trip. No japanese bookstore or ichibankan or Thai massage. Just only eating lunch somewhere in the ferry terminal and farmer’s market shopping maybe.

I’m excited to have my mom here. I’ve made accommodations…

I know I know… too much going on here. Too many textiles! Is there such a thing? I have nowhere else to put them AND she can pile them on the bed and be toasty warm since she says it’s too cold here. I’ve got some warm jammies and socks there for her too.

It’s not a big room and it’s the coldest one in the house but we’ve got a portable heater in there and quilts and hands and paintings and there is one quiet moment…

When the door is closed.

and pretty green vases by the bed…I may find some flowers blooming in the garden to tuck in one.

It’s been a wild ride around here. We’ve managed to re-arrange our little space to accommodate 7 people. Though only 5 will remain after the festivities and one will be really tiny and will fit into the crook of my arms. Yesterday the wild woman and I went through all his little clothes and folded and organized everything. He has more clothes than anyone else in the house and many of them have monkeys on them.

Lu is all a twitter. She loves snuggling up next to the wild woman’s big belly and she is always watching watching to see what the wild woman will do next. Eat something? Is it toast? Is there peanut butter on it?

Tomorrow we drive up to SF to pick up my mom. It will be a quick quick banzai trip. No japanese bookstore or ichibankan or Thai massage. Just only eating lunch somewhere in the ferry terminal and farmer’s market shopping maybe.

I’m excited to have my mom here. I’ve made accommodations…

I know I know… too much going on here. Too many textiles! Is there such a thing? I have nowhere else to put them AND she can pile them on the bed and be toasty warm since she says it’s too cold here. I’ve got some warm jammies and socks there for her too.

It’s not a big room and it’s the coldest one in the house but we’ve got a portable heater in there and quilts and hands and paintings and there is one quiet moment…

When the door is closed.

and pretty green vases by the bed…I may find some flowers blooming in the garden to tuck in one.

Google has gone and done it now.

Made the Dishwasher’s Blog disappear just like that. No warning, no explanations, no

sympathy card. Nothing.

Fracking Bastard People!

Made me go ahead and export and import here where I’m still feeling my way around.

 After I got all the pictures I could of the doll house, I dismantled it

and it’s ready for its place in the attic. I’ve tucked all my most used tools into the linen

closet. I’ve pared down to the bone and though it was hard, really hard, I’m glad of it.

It needed to be done.

My Mom and cousins are coming at the end of the week. We’ll spend Thanksgiving

here cooking, eating and drinking.

Maybe baby James will arrive and we can add diaper changing, cooing and smiling like

crazy fools to the list.

That would be splendid.

Google has gone and done it now.

Made the Dishwasher’s Blog disappear just like that. No warning, no explanations, no

sympathy card. Nothing.

Fracking Bastard People!

Made me go ahead and export and import here where I’m still feeling my way around.

 After I got all the pictures I could of the doll house, I dismantled it

and it’s ready for its place in the attic. I’ve tucked all my most used tools into the linen

closet. I’ve pared down to the bone and though it was hard, really hard, I’m glad of it.

It needed to be done.

My Mom and cousins are coming at the end of the week. We’ll spend Thanksgiving

here cooking, eating and drinking.

Maybe baby James will arrive and we can add diaper changing, cooing and smiling like

crazy fools to the list.

That would be splendid.