This morning, early, as the light spilled in and the coffee dwindled, I sat with Erik and Clara at the counter and knit. I love these moments of silence, fleeting as they are in this house. Today I add another notch to my life, and as I look around myself I see so much evidence of dreams fulfilled and passions followed.
I really am so glad I’m here.
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Clara Lynn joined our family on June 10th and brought the sunshine with her. She is such an easy going baby. We’re all doing well and adjusting to our new routine.
Erik is home.
Deadline is over.
Our moving truck arrived.
Olga won first place in the Kindergarten category at her school’s art show.
The baby turned.
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Life is still rocketing ahead, but it’s all good.
February really hasn’t gone according to plan. Shortly after my last post, Gavin came down with a cold. Then I got it. Then I got it really bad. Then I ended up in the hospital for four days with bad Pneumonia. I’m alive, thanks to some very heavy-duty antibiotics and the excellent care I received in the Intensive Care Unit at Sutter Coast Hospital in Crescent City, California. I got home Friday, but I feel like I have a way to go before I’m back to my old self. Erik took some emergency leave and flew home Thursday. It has been wonderful to have him home; he is such a wonderful cook and he has taken over all of the household duties, so I can pretty much lay around and eat bon-bons and hack and cough to my heart’s content. Which is good, because about all I can do is lay around and hack and cough.
I’m looking forward to regaining a bit of energy. There are definite signs of spring in the air; the daffodils are in bloom, and the fruit trees are starting to bud out. I want to be out in the dirt.
*Edited to add* I forgot to mention that the baby is fine. He/she shows no sign of distress.
I’m 21 weeks pregnant today. Still feeling really good, although bending to tie shoes or pick things up is starting to get awkward. The kitchen sink is getting farther away, too.
The Joy of Little Things
It’s good the great green earth to roam,
Where sights of awe the soul inspire;
But oh, it’s best, the coming home,
The crackle of one’s own hearth-fire!
You’ve hob-nobbed with the solemn Past;
You’ve seen the pageantry of kings;
Yet oh, how sweet to gain at last
The peace and rest of Little Things!
Perhaps you’re counted with the Great;
You strain and strive with mighty men;
Your hand is on the helm of State;
Colossus-like you stride . . . and then
There comes a pause, a shining hour,
A dog that leaps, a hand that clings:
O Titan, turn from pomp and power;
Give all your heart to Little Things.
Go couch you childwise in the grass,
Believing it’s some jungle strange,
Where mighty monsters peer and pass,
Where beetles roam and spiders range.
‘Mid gloom and gleam of leaf and blade,
What dragons rasp their painted wings!
O magic world of shine and shade!
O beauty land of Little Things!
I sometimes wonder, after all,
Amid this tangled web of fate,
If what is great may not be small,
And what is small may not be great.
So wondering I go my way,
Yet in my heart contentment sings . . .
O may I ever see, I pray,
God’s grace and love in Little Things.
So give to me, I only beg,
A little roof to call my own,
A little cider in the keg,
A little meat upon the bone;
A little garden by the sea,
A little boat that dips and swings . . .
Take wealth, take fame, but leave to me,
O Lord of Life, just Little Things.
– Robert William Service
Wonderful. That pretty much sums up the past couple of months while I’ve been absent from the blog. Erik, my exceptionally hard working and good looking husband, was home for several weeks, so all the festivities of the season seemed extra special. (If you remember, Erik was in Iraq last Christmas.) I could go on and on, but I’ll just leave you with a few little snippets.
There was our Ukranian Christmas Eve supper, which was fantastic. We pulled out all the stops and cooked up a traditional 12-course meal, including holobtsi (cabbage rolls), perogi, borscht, salmon, breads, and a huge assortment of other goodies (most of which I had never made before, which I know violates the rules of hosting a dinner party, but everything turned out delicious).
While we were cooking the aforementioned dinner, our new wood-burning fireplace insert was installed. This was especially welcome, as we had no other heat in the house besides an old, inefficient baseboard heater, and the weather has been unusually cold. Temperatures in Gold Beach rarely drop to freezing, yet we had a couple weeks where night time temperatures dropped into the low 20s, and daytime temps never reached 40. Brrr!
Not including all the holiday cooking, my friend, John, and I have been keeping the kitchen hopping with canning almost every weekend–and sometimes more often–since we started in November. Here are a few jars of delicious spiced applesauce we made, along with a huge batch of honey whole wheat bread. Here’s my new favorite recipe for wheat bread.
And just this week we celebrated Gavin’s 4th birthday with pizza and rootbeer at his favorite pizza joint in town. This kid. He just won’t stop growing. He’s so much fun. He’s developed such a great sense of humor, and he’s always talking (although we can’t always understand him) about something REALLY interesting. (These days that something is almost always centered around Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, his favorite Japanese amime; the box in the picture contains a scale model of his favorite character from said anime, up for nomination as Best Gift of the Century.)
There are a few other notable events from the past couple weeks which I would be remiss to not mention:
My hard working, handsome husband turned 26.
We successfully navigated our way through another BHM deadline (look for the March/April 2010 issue in your mailbox in mid-February).
I passed the half-way mark in my pregnancy with our little Baby Dango, I’m finally over most of the exhaustion of the first trimester, and I’m starting to feel a lot of movement.
It’s going to be a wonderful, busy year here on the Tuttle place. I hope you are all enjoying yourselves as much as we are.
