It's a constant. Which is comforting in it's own bizarre way.
Sweet Cynthia contacted me after she lost her little baby girl, Nara, and we exchanged some messages, one of which included this: "I will go and say "Lyra" to the wind. It's a windy day. It will travel far...she will be an international traveler."
I may still grumble about the wind, but since that message, I have looked at the wind differently. I have used that phrase with other BLM's as well now, because there is so much wind here to help the names of so many loved babies travel far and wide. I'm thankful for that new perspective, and the inspiration from Cynthia.
Simon, at 4.5 months, is:
-teething (it's quite an ordeal...poor little guy)
-enjoying his toes immensely (when he's not in the thralls of pain)
-practicing his sitting up (he loves the Bumbo his friend James lent to him)
-laughing and giggling even when we're not trying to make him do so
-still refusing to roll from tummy to back (he knows how since he did it several times when we was "younger"...he's just being stubborn)
Somehow I've still managed to do a few projects...all inspired by things posted on Pin.terest. I think I've done 5 total:
1) refashioning of some flip flops
2) refashioning frames for a cool display setup thingy (terribly unclear)
3) No Bake Vanilla Cake Batter Chocolate Truffles (yumm!)
4) started a painting
5) making a summer scarf
I have to work on things in 15 minute spurts...Simon distracts me. And I'm actually quite impatient. If it takes too long or is too detailed, I implode. It's a rather large drawback to being a creative person...you think I'd have worked through that by now :)
So many good ideas floating around out there...
And I like the feeling of creativity again.