The physio department are shocked and delighted with how fast the foot is healing - though they keep reminding me what an "acute" injury it was, I think they can tell I might overdo it if they give me the slightest license.
The children are healthy and whole. Emotionally, they are bound to be caught up in our adult hardships though. Morgan keeps bursting into tears over everything, and Jenna is an angry little girl right now. But she knows that something is going on, and that's all only to be expected. We're both trying to be there for them all, just be there, as always that is about all that can be done (and perhaps all that ought to be done).
Baby bean slept without nappies the last two nights, and slept over five hours in one go, and this morning I had that wonderful early morning fog of feeling a naked snuggling baby and pulling her close with the duvet around her shoulders to hold her out of the bed - and hearing the longest pee onto the towel I placed there for that very purpose. EC has been going, well, it hasn't been going really I guess as I haven't been able to carry her, or keep her in arms overmuch now she's mobile. And then sometimes, it just makes sense, and I breathe, and the moment is *right*.
Oh, and said Baby is climbing. And talking. If you count "ca" for cat, "gaga" for grandma, "mama" for when she's sad, and "ah!" for hot.
Ravelry is dangerous. I will say no more. Except that I kicked everyone's butts at Catan last night (competetive, moi?) whilst crocheting Sam an improvised lace-ish hat, which is REALLY PRETTY and gives me an excuse to try to go get some more 100% merino.
My marriage is... struggling... That's as far as I'm willing to go. It's a dark place to be, but there is as always hope. And light, and love, and moments of simplicity and peace which I am trying to hold lightly and find comfort in.
Pictures to follow, of happy every day things. When I force myself to shut down the little window in the corner of my screen marked "Ravelry: arwentiw's Projects"...
Puzzles, reading, making, creating, lots of things to do as always. And plenty of time to be - just take our time, be in the same space, feel around the edges of our problems and *be*.
Gifts from my mum, of incense and fairy dust. Smiles all round. And glitter, glitter all round too of course. She also pinched the new books, but we can wait and her school children will no doubt benefit too!
Crochet lichen/flowers for the freeform project, which I intend to eventually be a play scene for my littles.
Baby asleep face down besides me as I work. Tiny dry eczema-covered back, soothed by mama-made calendula and chamomile infusion and loose cotton clothes or bare to the kiss of fresh air.
Drawing by Jenna, for Chris.
Winter season table, like all of us, with space for Spring, any time about now would be fine by me.
