Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Occupying the Days

Never cutting edge, always a bit of a cliche. Imagine the things a person *like me* probably likes, and you're right. 


Listening
My dad has been busy ripping his vinyl to mP3s, which has meant that I have been gifted lots of good albums as of late: The Band, Lightening Hopkins, Hot Tuna, David Bromberg. These slow, boring winter days have left him with plenty of time to transfer his music, which has been great for our collection. Tomorrow could very well be another boring snow day: I'm hoping he decides to rip all his Tom Waits. 

If dad didn't want me stealing his music, he should have never tried to indoctrinate me at such a young age. 


Watching
Tom and I bought Olive Kitteridge on iTunes as soon as it came out. I read the novel years ago, and for some reason only remembered the prevalence of donuts (which is a definite plus in my book). Like everyone else I know, I loved it. I love well done unlikable protagonists, and that series did it perfectly. At the library, I grabbed another one of Elizabeth Stout's novels because I'm hoping that maybe she recreates that kind of perfection in other characters.

We're also indulging in Broad City. I watched the first episode a while back and didn't really get excited about it. However, I gave it another try and now I'm hooked. I like that the episodes are only 25 minutes, so sometimes Tom and I can sneak one in if the kids are off entertaining themselves, though we usually have to turn it off very quickly if one of them wanders into the living room. It's the perfect reward after being productive for a little while. Vacuum the downstairs... treat yourself to an episode. Fold three loads of laundry...another episode.


Reading
My friend Jenn sent me a great list of book recommendations. Ever since we were in high school, she has always known exactly what to be reading. Her book summaries are spot on and completely inciting. I sent off for a few of them from the library so far. I'm in the middle of A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozekiand I only wish that I had a few more hours in the next few days so that I could finish it. It is written from two different perspectives, a Japanese teenaged girl, and a middle aged American woman living in small Canadian coastal town. At this point, I am far more interested in the Japanese girl's narrative, but I feel certain I am only going to grow to appreciate the other character more as the story progresses.

I also really excited to read The Luminaries by Eleanor Catten,  which Jenn described as a "sprawling epic." I love long novels that let you stay with characters for days and weeks. I also have a penchant for Western's: Gus was, after all, named after Augustus McCray from Lonesome Dove. So when she explained that this novel takes place during New Zealand's Gold Rush, this novel shot to the top of my reading list. I ordered it from the library, but because it's so long and Tom wants to read it too, I might break down and buy it.



Kitchen
Food and cooking feel like they have taken up most of my mental space for the past two months or so. Well, at least that mental space not preoccupied with the excitement/ impatience over the impending arrival of a new person. I've been really excited about fermented food, so I've tried my hand at yogurt, Kombucha, and kraut. I've also been making bone broths at least once a week.
Since the beginning of the year I have been really watching what I buy and what I put on my body. It has made a huge difference in how I feel. I have never, ever felt this good, maybe ever, but certainly not at the end of a pregnancy.

One thing I have definitely learned is that although I really love sugar, it does not love me back. Almost every time I indulge in anything with processed sugar, I find myself sad and weepy the next day. I'm actually grateful for the reinforcement. It makes it so mush easier to abstain when I know that I am going to have emotional repercussions.

I think I mentioned it at some point, but I reread Real Food for Mother and Baby  by Nina Planck, and I love her approach to food and eating. I've also been doing a lot of reading / researching on the Weston A. Price Diet and Sally Fallon's Nourishing Traditions. 

Things
Tom bought me Dharma Bum perfume from Sweet Tea Apothecary for Valentine's Day. I might have not so subtly suggested the idea after reading Anne's recommendation a few weeks back. The smell is perfect, except for the fact that it's unisex so Tom keeps trying to wear it. But it won't be special if we both smell like it all the time. He needs to find his own smell.


Sunday, February 22, 2015

Sleepover Mayhem

Some things manage to be both simple and incredibly chaotic. That might be the very reason people plan, trading simplicity for order. Gus's sleepover consisted of: a dozen kids, lots of pizza, a few homemade decorations that Sena and Gus put together at the last minute, absolutely not one single planned activity, and moments of mayhem.

Kids ran around wielding weapons, donned in dress up clothes, spanning almost ten years in age. As it turns out, they don't seem to miss party games or crafts or any of the other things we try to enforce. They just want to run up and down the stairs, making way too much noise. Arlo tried his best to keep up, but was always the last one up from the basement, the last one to make it to the table for food. He fell asleep piled in the middle of them all, watching a movie in the basement. That basement, by the way, is invaluable--a place to banish kids when carnival head starts kicking in, and I feel my sanity is waning. 

The next day after donuts, sausages, grapes and orange juice, the guests all headed back to their respective homes, and I was left with three sleepy kids, an impending snow storm, and an impatient heart. Where are you spring? When will you be here baby girl number two? 


Friday, February 20, 2015

Gus :: Eight

Today he turns eight.

A boy it is so easy to simply describe as charming and kind, both of which are completely true and both of which are also completely insufficient to explain my oldest boy. A boy who hates breaking the rules almost as much as he hates seeing people he loves getting in trouble. When Sena is  being threatened with punishment, he implores her to take warning. He can't bear to watch it. He sometimes leaves the room.  He will take responsibility for any mistake he has made, and some he hasn't, for his sister's sake. He recently pondered if he might love Sena more than she loves him.

When Gus heard me discussing trying to find a way to purchase raw milk, illegal milk, he swore he would never drink it. He will not partake in anything that hints at wrongdoing.

But Gus is by no means timid or afraid; in fact, he is daring. While he would never want to hurt another soul, he is more than willing to risk harm to himself. And yet, somehow, he almost never  gets hurt. He is the sort of rough and tumble boy you would expect to be bruised and broken, stitched and plastered, but he manages to break all of his falls, to always land on his feet.

He is so easy to be proud of, the sort of boy who will grow up to be the sort of man you would want your daughter to marry.

Happy birthday, Augustus. I love you more than you will ever know.







Thursday, February 19, 2015

Snowy

I watch them from a distance. When I tried to head out with them, I wore myself out in moments. A short trudge around the yard left me in need of a nap. My mom assures me that my exhaustion is forgivable since I ran around this weekend. I'm not so sure, but I know that there is no sledding in store for me. So the rest of my snow break has mostly involved rereading Real Food For Mother and Baby and trying to catch up on laundry and cleaning. Trying to keep ahead of all the chores that will inevitably pile up when a little person requires hours and hours a day of sitting, a prospect that I don't find particularly unwelcome at the moment. 

I will never, ever take a snow day for granted. The slowness, the unexpected gift. There is no gift on earth as precious as time. Snow days creep along.  The light is bright and beautiful, and even when you only enjoy them from within warmish walls, their beauty soaks into you. 

This year Gus seems to have come to terms with cold weather discomfort. He complains less and stays out longer. While he has not yet reached Sena status for cold tolerance, he appears to be more at home in the wintry, white outdoors.

Today it's back to work, and a two hour delay makes the day just a bit easier. 

Monday, February 16, 2015

This Weekend We / 24 Hours in Baltimore

Quite frankly, my decision to spend the Christmas money my granddad gave me on an extended  double date in Baltimore two weeks before the baby's due date was genius.  The weeks leading up to a baby's undisclosed arrival are long, very long. I start imagining that every cramp is "the beginning." I desperately try to will myself into labor, to will a baby into my arms.

However, because I was so excited about this past weekend's plans, I have mostly avoided this trap. I wanted last night to happen more than I wanted an early labor and delivery.  Now that last night is in the past, nothing will stop me from trying to wish myself unpregnant.

Joanna and Geoffery took the bus from Brooklyn to Baltimore to spend 24 hours with us, a last hurrah of sorts. After baby number four comes, there will be a whole lot less expendable income for fancy dinners and not so fancy hotels.

We stayed at the Biltmore Suites, which are run down, kind of dirty, but a little bit wonderful. Patterns on patterns, nothing really as clean as it should be, most things in need of repair. The three flights of stairs (no elevator) to the room slant enough to make you feel like you drank too much. Some people claim the place is haunted. We've stayed there before, and I would stay there again. It's got personality in spades, and it's super cheap. When traveling, I have a hard time spending money on hotels and flights (I once booked Tom and my tickets from DC to New Orleans that had two layovers just to save 40 bucks). I would much rather have the extra money to spend on extravagant meals and junk store shopping. We spent nearly four times more on dinner at Woodberry Kitchen than we did on the room, and I think we did the right thing on both accounts. After thirteen years of traveling together, Joanna and I have developed pretty similar ideas on how it's done, a fact that I think we both take almost completely for granted.

We drank beers at Brewer's Art, brunched at Paper Moon, and shopped the Avenue in Hampden. Despite the terrible, terrible cold, every single bit was great. Four grown adults crowded into one room, whispering like kids as one by one people nodded off.

And now I'm back at home with three rowdy kids and snow storm finally on the horizon. We'll pop some popcorn, watch The Book of Life, and I'll go back to imagining that every ache, every pang of pressure is a sure sign that she's on her way. In reality, she will most likely go 13 days past her due date, just like her big brothers, only finally coming to the world when she senses that an epidural will be forced on us if she doesn't finally make her move. If only Joanna was coming back next weekend, the wait would maybe be bearable.