the beginning of the end

As I type this entry Jay is putting Sadie to bed. Without me. Without nursing.

I'm still not sure what I feel; we've been at this for 20 months now and that's a pretty long run. Sadie took to nursing like it was her only passion plus she has a milk allergy which made extended nursing almost compulsory. But for the last little while there have been times when I resent not being able to get in the house after work without my shirt being pulled in all directions. Or that I keep getting to work later and later as her morning feeds get longer and longer. Or that I forget what it's like to have my body to myself, keeping my chest as more of a mystery to strangers. Sure, gone will be the days where we could count on the backup nutrition of breastmilk, but hey, we are parents now and we should get a handle on feeding Sadie a balanced diet (well, avoiding milk and eggs isn't so easy...we're working on it). Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade this whole experience for anything in the world. We're taking it slow, but it's just that tonight is the night.

The beginning of the end.

corner collection 3

Here is another corner, revealing our one and only black door. Four years into the house and we still have 6 more to go. Sigh. And admittedly, this isn't so much a corner as a small space for sentimental things, such as the embroidered portrait of my old cat Cleo, perfectly captured by my wonderful (and dearly missed) friend Kristen, and the photobooth photo of me and my Dad when I was six and we were taking the train to Chapleau (I remember it was close to midnight, but my Dad and I went to hunt down some candy...some things never change), and a rare photo of Jay and I together at a friend's wedding (Jay wore his Dad's royal blue and orange suit, circa his parents wedding, 1970). These personal items only hang out in our bedroom, part of a decision we made a while ago regarding what goes where. But now that Sadie is here, meaningful memories are making their way into the public parts of our house too.

Thank you, Sadie.

siesta

Ahh, we're back from a sunny and sweltering Mexico. This prim and proper bunny has been half finished for some time now and after returning home I felt he had to be finished (plus he was a gift for friends who truly deserved his company). I've been feeling short on creative time, but I hope the springtime changes that. My new plan is to embark on weaning, keep my day job work to the daytime hours and get back to sewing.

Fingers crossed.