Six and Twenty

I had a birthday a few weeks back, which means that I'm now twenty-six. Not that it feels any different from twenty-five! I no longer look forward to birthdays the way I did when I was little (though I certainly don't dread them... yet), but as it happened I had a splendid birthday thanks to my sweet family. Little Man loves birthdays, and was quite excited that I was having one! Rosa was also excited, mostly because I received cookies as a gift.

Life has been quiet of late, with much reading of picture books and innumerable requests to listen to "Puff, the Magic Dragon." And plenty of sibling disputes. But that means that the siblings are playing together, and it is such a delight (between altercations) to see them interact. Rosa is talking up a storm, and tries to copy every single thing that Little Man does. Which is sometimes good, and sometimes not good! Lately she's been singing snatches of the alphabet song, though most of the letters are rather garbled.

Pablo recently brought home a little chap who was trying to cross the road near our house, and we "entertained" him on the back porch for a while before setting him out in the back yard. He was quiet petite, only about five inches long. I was so pleased that the littles got to see a turtle, because we've passed several on the road without having the time to stop and look.

My apologies to those of you who are squeamish with reptiles!

That weekened we made the lengthy drive to my parents' to visit Little Man's favorite type of museum (not that he's been to many thus far!). Rosa thoroughly enjoyed herself, too, and we had quite a time browsing through the various aircraft on display. It's remarkable how greatly my enjoyment is now linked to theirs -- I may have seen something for the hundredth time, but observing their wide-eyed delight kindles a whole new kind of pleasure.

Ready to explore!

Later we took advantage of the free babysitting to visit one of my favorite restaurants for a birthday meal. My lands, was it ever good! This particular eatery oozes with character and delicious food, so we had quite a memorable time of it.

 The days continue hot and muggy, with now and then a tantalizing respite (usually before a storm) to remind us how delicious the fall weather will be. I never seem to be done eating, as a little smackerel of something about twenty times a day is the only thing to ward off my mild first trimester nausea. It's a bit frightening to think I eat more often than Winnie the Pooh or even a hobbit! Thank goodness my appetite has escalated.

I've been knitting more than sewing lately, as I try to finish up my first cardigan (for Rosa). I'm now on my third pattern, as the first two I picked were too ambitious for my limited skills! But I'm quite pleased with this pattern so far, and think it will be a success -- though possibly too large for this winter. I do need to get back to my sewing machine, though, as I'm running quite low on tops -- most of what I have are either not maternity or very maternity, neither of which are really working for my currently tiny "bump."

And so far, that's six-and-twenty. So far, so good.