being a verb

"I live on Earth at present, and I don't know what I am.
I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun.
I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process —
an integral function of the universe."
R. Buckminster Fuller

Recently become addicted to Keri Smith's blog - wish jar - which is a creative's mecca. This quote sparkles in my soul. I wanna read her books.

Baby laughed yesterday, first time.

Magic exists. I have proof.

New Home, Old Home

There's always something to miss, wherever you are.

Star Trek suit, socks, leg warmers.

Two knitting projects on needles at the moment, and I still haven't started the mate of the sock from last week. But the real news of the day is that Baby now fits in the sleek blue REI suit that my parents sent from the states. And even better? She looks like a Star Trek baby in it. I enclose evidence of this claim, and of my failure in the Finishing Projects Department.

chili, homemade bread, and sign language

I'm learning to sign. It started out as a plan to get ready to teach baby to sign in a few months, but I'm now I'm just into it. Just plain into it. Signs are expressive, they're metaphorical, they're fascinating. I have about 100 cue cards, and it's become an obsession in the last week. My partner thinks its hilarious, but under duress I can get him to quiz me.

Now I'm making veggie chili and homemade cheese bread for dinner, and my best friend and her new man are coming round this afternoon. It's a good, sunny, baby-smiling kind of day.

Count your happy moments, and know them for what they are. Don't look ahead or behind. Don't plan your joys...name them when they arrive on your doorstep.

Lovely lovely day

My sweet partner took the day off sick today, which made for such a quiet, gentle, warm perfect Wednesday. He watched baby while I went shopping - and found four new much-needed baby sleepsuits for this enormous child who is quickly outgrowing all her clothes. And now we're making casserole and parsnips and mash for dinner with brother in law, who is always a barrel of fun.

The house smells good and spicy, and the shower is steaming, and everything is good. We're fighting the March Blues with everything we've got.

Oh, and I shifted all the utilties to our new address today, and we got our new phone number. So the move feels real... new beginnings are my favourite thing.

sunlit

it's been sunny. in march. worthy of note.

I'm knitting two different pairs of socks at the same time.... typical Gemini, I know.

And finishing my PhD application, and applying for three other teaching jobs, and nursing le bebe every hour it feels like. She must be having her 3-months-growth-spurt.

Life is full and rich and good, with too many projects all at once.

I'm getting the I'm Hungry Grunt,
so back into the fray.

It's raining, and I meant to DO THINGS today, but instead am still in my bathrobe at 1:00, listening to baby hiccup from the next room, typing like hurricane wind speed to get this down before she needs my left arm, greatly reducing my typing speed.

I am resubmitting my PhD proposal.

That's right, the one that I pulled last year when we found out we were pregnant.

That's right, the one that I swore 'I didn't want to do anyway', which was truth.

The trouble is, there are four new FULL RIDE scholarships available, including a living allowance, which would be, like, stupid to miss out on, even if 'i didn't want to do it anyway', which was truth. I guess 'i do want to do it, but only if it's free.' Silly.

Anyway, back to PhD paragraphs, which is real culture shock after nappy changes and bathrobes. It's probably good for the soul.