The crazy weather insisted on staying put into February. We hung blankets over the windows because the wind felt as though it could travel through glass. We continued to hang on tight to one another, looking at each day as it came.
We appreciated the small things and said "Absolutely Not!" to anything that disturbed the peace. It was a sacred time.
Mrs. Zion sent gift boxes! We received cookies to decorate and books to read, a drawing book for Tommy and binoculars for the kids to watch all our new birds at our feeder.
Getting into the 3rd trimester in pregnancy meant a lot of changes for everyone. The children especially despised my cravings...
Charlie disliked that his "mommy lap" had disappeared almost overnight to make space for "Baaaaaaaaaaabyyyyyyyyy". We found new ways to snuggle and I continue to tell him it will only be a couple more weeks.
Nate. Nate. Nate. This child is COVERED in bruises and scratches! He is hilarious. He tries so hard to be patient and never complain, but he honors these beauty marks as badges of honor.
Tommy calls Charles "Chunky Charvie" and the name has stuck.
They have a strange relationship which none of us truly understand, but Matt says it is because they are the same exact person...born 8 years apart.
The layoff days at GM dragged on and on. Matt and I talked often and made plans about cleaning/purging the house and getting it ready for selling again. We were detaching and it was ok.
It was a good nesting project, truthfully.
Matt came home every night overwhelmed and headachey, watching coworkers lose their jobs and living in panic that he would be next. It made me think of the days when men came home from work and needed a pipe and paper and slippers.
Matt came home and put on earmuffs.
The children were merciless and never let him be. It was a good thing, in the end.
Priorities.
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