I haven't seen much of the kitchen these days...but the kitchen is dedicated to birthday and feast day goodies this week.
Our week of super celebrating .
I am going to breathe deeply ...This is the exercise note. Hmmm. Christian is going to bring three pound weights up from the basement so that maybe I can work my upper body a bit. I'm drawing alphabet letters in the air with my feet, mostly to entertain my toddler and keep from getting blood clots. I lost five pounds in the hospital. I 'm fairly certain that's all the muscle I had managed to build between this pregnancy and the last. Perhaps the spring will see blog entries dedicated to returning one's body from absolute jello-ness.
One of my favorite things ...My sweet baby rolling and kicking in my belly. There is nothing in the world more comforting.
It was crucial to figure out a way to eat dinner as a family. I have a couple of children, in particular, for whom the deviation from family routines has been very, very difficult. So, we threw a blanket on my bedroom floor and carefully set the places in the same order as they would be on the table. We gave it its first try on Sunday night when Michael was home to celebrate his birthday. This is my view from the bed. Michael took the picture.
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