Last Friday as well as today we’ve gone for little hikes because both days have been unseasonably warm, sunny, and beautiful. Actually the last few days this week have been so spring-like and warm, it’s hard to believe it’s mid-February. Part of me is enjoying it, because who can resist being outside on days like this? Part of me is a bit sad.. it feels too early, and I still wanted a few more blustery winter days. Maybe we’ll still have some. I know everyone seems to love spring the most, and it is irresistible with its bright colors, blooms, sounds and abundance, but I still love dreary winter most of all. I guess I was assuming this baby would be born in the midst of cold days and nights and somehow it feels wrong for everything to be so warm already.
Anyway, the children are loving it and have been outside as much as they are able during the day. I’ve noticed the days slowly stretching longer and longer, and what a good effect it has on all of us to have a little more light to enjoy.
Last Friday we went for a short, easy hike at a place nearby called Jump Off Rock. It was truly beautiful and a great picnic spot, so I was glad I had packed our lunch. Afterwards the kids stretched out with bare toes in the sun and then climbed around the rocks, finding a little passageway/cave through them.
Our weeks have felt really busy lately, even though I can’t say we have a ton of “activities” going on, per say. Weekly OB and chiropractor appointments for me, as well as trying to get in our weekly grocery trips (I usually go to at least 3 different stores), homeschool co-op, library trips, other random errands, and school work/house work seem to fill up our days to the full. I’ve been nesting like crazy, too–working on finalizing things in Noah/baby’s room, like having Brandon make and hang those shelves for me (which I haven’t finished organizing quite yet), organizing boxes of stuff in the school room, etc. You know, the important things. Meanwhile, the car seat is still not installed in the car and I don’t have a hospital bag ready or anything like that. We are delivering at a different hospital than we have with all the other children, and we still haven’t done a hospital visit. I think we vaguely know where to go. I’m still trying to knit a few items before baby comes, too. I feel like my brain is all over the place and I only have 10 days left before due date. Nothing much is happening yet and I feel mostly normal, just increasingly tired and big. Something must have changed because now everywhere I go people look and smile and somehow know I’m due any day. Lots of “ready to pop” comments from strangers.
I am trying to get as much school work done with Phoebe as I can before baby comes and throws a wrench in things. I’m not sure exactly what we’ll be able to accomplish or how much time we’ll need to take off before I can get back in the rhythm with her, so I’m trying to diligently get in a good solid 4-5 days a week while I can. She and I seem to have hit a hard spot with math, which has historically been her favorite subject, but as it gets harder she has been “dreading” it, she tells me. We’ve started doing it first thing in the morning versus the copywork/language arts we normally focus on first thing, but it doesn’t seem to be making much difference. Maybe having Brandon teach her and fill in a bit while I’m recovering with new baby will be refreshing for all of us? Reading with her, history, science, art–these are all a breeze and enjoyable for both of us. Hoping she and I can still spend a good bit of time snuggled up reading while new little baby girl sleeps.
Today we went to a local historic home, the Carl Sandberg home, which we have really enjoyed visiting in the spring/summer months for picnics and to see new baby goats. With all the flu going around rampant in our area, I’ve been trying to avoid public places so our hikes and walks have been more in the woods and less at parks/playgrounds. Our hike today was just lovely, and I told the children to be looking for signs of new life. They saw a pilated woodpecker, new little buds forming, and heard lots of birds singing. The first set of twin kid goats are due in about a month, so we’ll be back soon to see and play with them. We’ve been seeing daffodils and crocuses pushing up through the soil on our neighborhood walks, too. Just before I snapped that picture of the three of them holding hands, Noah had asked Phoebe, who had come back to me to tell me something, to keep having a little conversation with him, and they ran off holding hands. A sweet little moment. They spend a lot of time together and there is always a lot of friction between them because of it, but they really adore each other too. Its always encouraging for me to see the good moments happen. Don’t worry, the hike ended with its fair share of whining and weariness, and we squeezed in a library visit afterwards, which was probably pushing it being everyone was already “starving.” But we survived and recovered this afternoon with naps + quiet time spent with fresh library books.