The mornings are getting chilly. Iris (and George) require bundling for our morning jaunt to the park, empty now that the 5-and-over set are back to school and the weather less inviting. I have to admit, I kind of love the peace. We check out the texture of tree bark and collect wood chips and look for ants. Iris loves ants.
After watching dozens of apples drop from the tree in our neighbor’s backyard and rot on the ground, I finally stole four of the remaining ones—sweet/tart and dusky—and made apple crisp out of them. Nobody’s lived in that house since we moved in, although a lawn service comes by every week and dutifully clips the front yard. Also the crisp was delicious under a heavy dollop of vanilla bean ice cream. I’ll soothe my conscience later.
We are also exploring the world of autumn-inspired pancakes. Iris loves pancakes, so we make them about once a week. Last week we did apple cider pancakes, and this morning I made a batch of pumpkin ones.
I love this time of year.
Our colds linger on, and Carl and I take turns keeping each other awake at night with coughing, shifting, nose blowing of variable intensity. It is what it is, I guess, but it does make it a little easier to be patient while we wait on this baby. I have zero desire to bring a newborn into a germy house, even though I am so over the fits and starts of labor that have been getting my hopes up for weeks now. You know your baby is plenty big enough when you can literally feel the outline of his haunch—knee, thigh, tiny leg—bulging out when he turns.
Iris has been loving on my belly the entire pregnancy, but now that’s she’s figured out how much we melt over her kissing things, she’s started lunging face first at the belly too. It’s going to be interesting to see them together. Poor little man is going to get snowplowed; that’s my prediction.
Other than that, there’s not much to report. We aim for easy days and do our best to keep up with the dishes. And that’s about it.
I’ve been avoiding committing to any specific project this week since it’s zero week for the baby (in which case a newborn photo shoot or a few journal pages is about the extent of my ambition), but I’m going to keep working on the painting project downstairs and attempt a few scrapbook pages in the evening… so hopefully something gets finished by Saturday. Will report on the art front then.
Until then, hope your days are easy, your mornings crisp, and your monkeys well-behaved.