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Taking Stock


Right now I am …

Nursing a baby (almost certainly true regardless of when you read this post).

Telling myself that it’s far too soon for these fleeting baby smiles to be anything more than accidental, but loving them just the same as a promise of things to come.

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Looking out of the window on a morning that’s started very grey but seems to have the promise of sunshine later.

Treasuring every single comment or tweet or email that we’ve received in the last week and trying not to mind how horribly behind I am in catching up with everyone else’s news.

Eating an apple icy cold from the fridge and trying to resist the temptation to eat the rest of the bag; I’m sure they’re very good for me but experience reminds me that that way lies the nappies that I really don’t want to be changing. Times two this time.

Trying to plan what I need to do today, what I’d like to get done today, and what I really want to do. One involves more housework than the others.

Trying to remember that I’m supposed to be taking it easy and that with the exception of acquiring a little more food it actually doesn’t matter if I don’t get to any of them.

Thankful for my wonderful sister who came on Monday with two bags of baby boy handmedowns from the nephew, an amazingly delicious and rejuvenating shepherds pie for supper, and a chocolate cake and a box of millionaire’s shortbread.

Looking forward to reading Bright Bazaar thanks to H rescuing it from the reserved pile at the library yesterday, the final day they were holding it for me.

Knitting a little baby jumper for some friends expecting in the next few weeks. Or rather looking at the little bit I’ve cast on and hoping I get the chance to add some actual stitches soon rather than just knitting it in my mind!

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

But mostly (and in the rare non-nursing moment), just sitting and staring at this beautiful boy, watching his funny expressions as he dreams, kissing that soft downy head and smiling as those long fingers grasp hold of any finger waved near enough.

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

And knowing above all things that that’s pretty much exactly where I’m meant to be; everything else will still be there tomorrow.