Deep Dark Red Plume Agate with Druzy Canyon
Meant to be set by an adventurous smith, this lovely cab will be for sale
Priday Plume floral extravaganza!
Red Plume Agate with Druzy pockets galore
Coyamito Agate in the sweetest, softest pastel corals and sherbets
Being on the wheels today felt transformative:
I started the day so strangely sad
and clenched but as the rocks you see went from
their rough slabs to the gorgeous finished pieces you see
I melted and softened.
Anthony is very supportive on the weekends:
it's the time when I get to do the things I know are not safe around the baby (like cabbing and soldering) behind a closed door.
He sends me off with a kiss
telling me to go have fun
just as I did yesterday when he went to the Gun Show (I of course told him the gun show was right here at home while flexing my biceps, but still!):
it's the partner's gift of a few hours away.
While he went up north I drove to the farmer's market with the babe in tow and ate wonderful wood-fired-oven pizza.
I am doing my very best to get back out into the world with him because if I don't then the house becomes a place I find myself not wanting to leave at all, so we have tiny adventures.
The days have been so lovely
but evenings are a challenge-
Orion is going through a very gassy phase (it doesn't seem to be true colic as he can be calmed for periods of time) and whimpers and shrieks and suffers.
We hold him close and lie him flat on the bed, rubbing his belly in a clockwise fashion and try different tactics to calm him.
By midnight be sleeps deeply, waking two or three times a night to feed without tears or pain
and in the morning he offers a radiant smile that makes the previous night just simply feel like an exercise in tenderness
that we passed.
This Tuesday is my 6-week postpartum appointment and I am crossing my fingers that I get the go-ahead to start exercising again in earnest:
oh, to sweat!!!!