scrap stash full of stories

somewhere between lucas being sicker than a dog, the nasty germ taking andrey out this evening and me praying and wishing and praying some more that this beast of a bug skips me and my nine months very pregnant self - i got to sew.
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beth of this sweet etsy shop contacted me to do a swap of goods from my shop.i love digging through my scrap stash. pulling out each pretty piece of cotton. remembering where it was purchased and who i was with. a trip to gardner village with ashlee or shipped cross the states from jen. a snitch from the stash of allyson and sent over in a care package or an hour long grazing through the tiny quilt shop i found in spokane. i love remembering what they were made into. this was a diaper bag for her. my first quilt - a blankie for luc. a tote for that sister. a bracelet for this one. that piece was snitched from her stash and cut into the shape of a birdie, and that piece a patch for amy's yoga bag. an apron to raise money for nie. and this one, a baby carrier for a most wished for new babe. most of the things i make are made for gifts and sent off. i love to see them in action. and love even more coming across their stories in my scrap bag and thinking of my "kite strings."
my favorite pieces were picked out and matched together. one for a boy. one for a girl. no pink. some classic blue. stitched up, name attached, packaged up so sweetly and sent off to hang on the walls of their wee bedrooms.
and i love that.

out of order.

truckin' on a few hours of real sleep.

four loads of laundry/three pairs of pajamas, so far.

a quick dash to the store for 7-up and 'horton hears a who'

wishing away these monsterous yucky germs.

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one very sick but oh-so-snuggly little boy.

yipppeeeee!

"teach your children well" -CSN

he is absorbing new bits of information faster than i can keep up.

it felt so good this morning to be a real part of this holiday.
this martin luther king junior day.
not just a day off.
a day of no mail.
school cancelled.
banks closed.
a day of true reflection.
and celebration.
a powerful event.
a quick minute to teach my boy about something very important.
he learned a new name today.
of a special man.

and i am grateful to have shared a moment of gratitude with my boy on my lap.

"...h-h-h-hey mom, remember today when we rang our bells for martin-lu-lu-luther-king? remember when we clapped our hands and sang?"

collecting the prettiest of treasures to create the perfect nest... for you.

"your nesting. and it's driving me nuts" andrey said to me today. granted it was just after i'd asked him if he'd paint our bedroom, right now. after hanging a curtain rod for me. after sanding and painting a crib for us. after putting lotion on my feets. after rearranging our bedroom furniture. after paying for more fabric. after countless going-to-bed-lonely nights so i could stay up downloading perfect songs for the birth music that will meet this babe. after loving me big. waking up with me. putting up with me. getting me one more glass of water. one more dinner i.did.not.cook. i'm finally at three weeks {please only three more weeks} left to go, getting on his nerves. i'm a lucky girl and this belly/nest is ready to welcome a new love into our lives. well almost...
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lindsay's journal - march eighth, two thousand and six - a letter to lucas jude
...it's our three year anniversary. andrey and i. next year you will be nearly one - and very real to us. we will know your name - your face.
the countdown has begun. with every ache of my belly i wonder if you are on your way.
i lay in bed last night in utter amazement at my body's ability to grow you. everything happening as it should and your wiggles are evidence that you are healthy and safe. how did i learn this? to carry you and love you in this way? it's so incredible.
the house is ready for you. our hearts are ready for you. now we wait for you to be ready for us. i love you so, my baby boy. i can't wait to hear you. feed you. hold you. my body/belly will be so lonely for you. but i will love to kiss your cheeks instead. see you soon, my boy. love, your mama, lin
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and here we are. nearly three years later and my boy is very much real to us. he's snuggled up in our bed after a day of chatting and laughing and playing and practicing abc's together. i know his face. his little boy voice. his scruffy blonde hair. his belly. his breath. my boy. do i even remember life before him?

here i am. growing my second little birdie boy. lukeys baby brother. and soon we will know his name. his hands. his baby eyes. and it will be like he's been here all along. we'll all fall asleep together each night snuggled safely in our family nest that andrey and i have created together...

enchila-la-las in a paragraph

the wind is howwwwlin' a little somthin' fierce outside. my red berry wreath is flapping away at my front door and the windows are shaking a bit. a*love is at a movie with friends and lucas jude is tucked safely away - in my bed. thanks to my littlest sister jade my belly is happy and full with my first successful enchilada batch. i've got the "poisonwood bible" cracked open ready to soak it in just in time for book club this month (new years resolution #1). today was spent roaming the town with my gram and nearly falling asleep at the barnes and noble train table. tomorrow will bring a happy lunch with my favorite brother. plus a drive around town in my uber clean passat thanks to my husband who (by-the-way) scored his first real contracting job for his very. own. company. clink! cheers to my love. my blogging brains are stuck these days. i'm back to writing in a real live write-your-words-down-journal (new years resolution #2). so we'll see what ends up spilling out over here, too. soooo for now i'll leave you with this: lucas jude age 2/nearly 3 in his skivvies getting ready to do a little flossing:
goodnight loves,
lin

we've had ourselves a merry little christmas...

and an even happier new year...