To salvage a day of ups and downs, Wyeth and I went into the backyard and laid on the quilt I made a few months ago. We did a lot of staring at the leaves, whistling to each other in the breeze. Wyeth played with dried garlic roots and I braided them as best as I could. We got a pretty good haul this year, even if I did harvest some a little too soon.
Wyeth is almost three months now! He wants to be held upright so he can see more. His development over such a short period is really amazing. Our bodies can do so much! He’s a pretty big guy both weight and length-wise. He’s wearing 6 month size clothes, you guys! I hope he’ll be able to wear at least one of those sweaters I knit him during the fall. He’s already outgrown four of them and didn’t even get to wear all of them because it’s been so hot. Arg! Perhaps it’s time to look for some new knitting projects. Speaking of projects, I’ve done a little bit of sewing and I’ll post about it soon, just need to take a couple more pictures.
The last couple of months of pregnancy were full of mostly nothing. I had so little energy in all respects that I honestly spent hours just lying in bed staring out the window. All my energy was going towards creating a person. Thankfully I didn’t have a job, otherwise I would’ve been worse than a bump on a log. Even though I was semi-comatose during those last weeks, I did manage to make a number of mobiles based on the traditional Montessori mobiles and some not.
I originally planned to just hang a different one every week above Wyeth’s crib. While I do change them out every couple of weeks, now that he can see them I’ve hung them in high traffic areas around the house. I might a bell hanging off a ruler in my studio, or a small mobile on a drawer knob in the bathroom. Most of the time he’s hanging out on his lamby underneath a tripod with the mobile du jour. His favorite right now is the one I made out of metallic origami paper. He coos and kicks like crazy when I blow on it, making the light reflect. It’s exciting to be a baby.
Rainer Maria Rilke
trans. by Robert Bly
My eyes already touch the sunny hill,
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.