Breathe In..., Breathe Out...

It is going to be ok. Norah is not going to have another 3 hour tantrum tomorrow. Tomorrow we don't have to go back to Sloan Kettering. Stormy is going to be recovering well from her little surgery tomorrow. Brian is going to be here tomorrow. We don't have to move tomorrow. I am going to be well-rested tomorrow. We are going to be ok... tomorrow.

And if tomorrow is still something like today, well then there is still this

and this









and, well, even this

Underwater Rainbows

One time when Norah was having a particularly bad fit, I started talking about the wonders of the ocean and what I saw when I was scuba diving. Since then, when she is feeling tired or sad, she says to be, "Talk about fishies." So I talk and talk and talk--sea horses, underwater rainbows, sharks with heads like hammers. We will get through these terrible terrible twos. Yes, we will. But we have a hard road in front of us.

I returned to the kitchen this week. Tried my hand (and failed) at making marmalade. It came out too runny. I think I did not boil it for long enough. Now a whole cast iron pot of it is sitting on my stove and I don't have the heart to throw it away or the energy to scrub the pot so there it is and there it will stay until I feel just a little bit better.



I had some good time with Norah and food this week though. She peeled her first carrot and watched me make lentil stew. Then I had the bright idea that we would enjoy leftovers on the following day on the deck--in the middle of February. I ay be ready for it, but Spring is not yet here.



I have been hard at work on several projects, and those projects have not changed. I am still knitting the stocking (Brian's this time), Stella's baby's sweater, and my socks.