Passing Muster

I took Neeps up to see his great-grandparents today, and it was just a lovely little visit with lots of sitting and chatting in the sun.

The ciiiiiiiircle of liiiiiiiife...

I've spent the past hour or so worrying away at a poem that captures the essence of the experience of seeing my mother's parents love on my son, but it's just not happening.  I think I need to let it percolate a bit.

I'm feeling pretty triumphant in spite of that, however, because as we were leaving, my Oma told me (and I quote) "You're a good mother."  If you knew her exacting standards for, well, everything, you'd be giving me a standing ovation right now.

Cheese-As-Bread, and Other Quirks

Just FYI, you guys, this is how I eat sandwiches these days:

check out that thick slab of spinach

And yes, I'm eating at my desk, as I often do.  Not because I'm required to, but because that way I can use my actual break to take a nice, re-energizing walk.  It's a pretty non-negotiable part of my day, recently, because otherwise the Tiredness overwhelms me and I'm absolutely useless after 2pm.  And since I really hate being useless... walking it is!

The walk is good for me physically and mentally, obviously, but it's also good for my soul, because I typically use it to call my mom and have a random little chat about whatever happens to be on my mind (or hers).  It's like free therapy!

Therapy.  Huh.  That's actually how this little ritual started, come to think of it.  Back in the day, when I was so miserable in my job that I literally thought being hit by a car would be preferable to going to work, I'd taken to taking half hour walks at noon every day so I could (sometimes literally) scream and cry to my mother to get it all out of my system, and thereby be able to continue my brittle, professional facade for another few hours, before getting the hell out of there.

Stars, those were dark times.  Praise all be to The Captain, for rescuing me from the mire of work-apathy that I'd sunk in to, by giving me something worth being present for.  These days I love going to work, and that's in large part due to the company I keep.  He's got that ambition, baby, and he treats me as his business partner, and we are going places.  Awesome places.  You'll see.

Hwuii!

Neeps has this one particularly, ridiculously adorable baby-sound that he makes, and I've been trying to figure out how to spell it phonetically.  I put it into one of today's work doodles:

Hwie?  Huie? Hwuii?  Hwee?

Seals are also ridiculously adorable, so it fits.

That's For Remembrance

March is frisking about like a bloom-bedecked lamb, and my rosemary is a veritable riot of color and scent, not to mention buzzing with the song of many a contented bee.

Let us sing together, thou and I

Easter Beasts

Happy Easter!

Last Easter we drove down to Crater Lake, to spend it with Nathan's (also-pregnant) sister and her family.  I remember having pretty terrible back cramps one of the nights we were there, and being so, so scared that I was going to miscarry again (I was only about eight weeks in at that point).  But I didn't!  Hooray!  This year, we drove up to Rainier to spend it with the same (larger-by-two-external-versions) group, and it was pretty darn cute to watch all the cousins interact.

Which brings me to today's exercise!  The Official Listing of the Nibling Call Signs (I've had to invent a couple more since the last time I did this):

Quail
Toad
Eel
Grasshopper
Bee
Eaglet
Elk
Tiger
Shrimp
Salamander
Otter

I do find it interesting that I call all of my Niblings after various animals, and yet my own child's moniker springs from a root vegetable.  But then I look out at the Honorary Siblings that live around here:

Blue
Beetle (formerly known as Skully)
Bear
Rose
Rabbit

and since at least one other child got "named" after a plant, I think we're okay.

Trail Food and Sun Baths

Today was a fun and adventurous day.

For starters, my buddy Kayla made the effort to show up at my house before 0730 so we could get a nice, early start on our hike up at Beacon Rock.  The plan was to leave the house between 0730 and 0800 (I've learned that when you're packing a kidlet, it's best to work wide windows into your plans) in an attempt to get into the Gorge before the big weekend crowds really hit.

And as it turned out, it was definitely good that we left when we did, because we sure did manage to pack a bunch of misadventure in before the actual adventure.

We got to Beacon Rock and discovered that we had the wrong park pass with us- so Kayla very sweetly offered to buy me the right one as a belated birthday present.  I accepted her generosity, and made the mad dash across the highway to the Ranger Center.  Just as I was puzzling out which of the several doors to knock on, I heard Kayla yelling,

"It's free!  It's free!"

Sure enough- we'd managed to pick one of the 2016 Free Days ("Saturday Spring Day", as a matter of fact) for our hike! Woo!  So I dashed back across the highway (and of course my phone bounced out of my pocket on the way so I had to scramble back to retrieve it as I heard traffic getting closer and closer wheeeee) and we suited up.  It was much colder and windier than we had anticipated (although we are true PNW girls and were prepped, regardless), and I'll admit I was a little apprehensive about whether or not it would actually be a fun hike, or more of a fun-in-restrospect-because-we-survived-it hike (we've all had those, right?).

But then that didn't matter, because we got to the trailhead only to discover that it was closed: apparently an autumn storm had torn away part of the trail.  So.  Change of plans for us.

Long story short, we headed for the next closest hike, only we headed the wrong way.  Twice.  No, wait, three times.  But anyway, nearly an hour after we'd originally pulled in at Beacon Rock (and I'd had occasion to be grateful for the Subaru's all-wheel-drive and high ground clearance), we pulled in at Hamilton Mountain trailhead (almost literally across the street from where we'd starteddon'tjudge) and decided to do the Pool of the Winds Hike.

That baby was confused as hell after all the in-an-out he'd been dealing with.

It was much less windy over there, and much less cold (::coughcoughbecausethesunwashighercough::) so I think it was probably a much more pleasant hike than we'd otherwise have had.

And it really was a lovely little hike!  I hadn't done that one since Isis was a puppy, so it was nice to go back (and not in the rain this time).  Of course, doing it with sixteen pounds strapped to my chest was... an experience.  I was glad to be with Kayla, who was willing to let me take as many breaks as I needed, and also as many as Neeps needed:

Everyone knows the best trail food is fats and proteins.

I highly recommend nursing in the woods, by the way.  It was incredibly relaxing for me, made a lot of fellow hikers smile, and Neeps was utterly taken by the trees soaring overhead.

Poetic Energy in Motion

I had such a good time, and it was so damn good for my soul, that I realized I really need to get back into hiking on a weekly basis, especially now that the weather is getting nicer, and Neeps is getting hardier.

Speaking of which!  As he and I waved goodbye to Kayla from our front porch, I decided that it was so warm and sunny that I should take advantage of it and get him some vitamin D while we waited for Nathan to get home.

Just blowing out camera sensors with our alabaster skin.  No bid deal.

This, in turn, led to some sunbathing.

Check out his boldly clashing patterns.

It was the first time I'd put him directly on grass, and he was quite taken with it.  My wonderful little wild child.  Once I'd decided he'd had enough sun on his skin, I covered him up and got a little on mine.

Yes that is my shirt.  It is merino wool and awesome.

Ol' Blue Eyes

The best part about this photo is that it totally features my coke nail:

Sooooo useful...