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Carpe Diem

(Almost) two months old! She's done a lot of developing this past month, even just in the past week, and after two weeks dairy-free, her tummy troubles have cleared up and her mystery rash is also gone (totally worth not being able to have milk chocolate or a mocha for another year - those are the things I'm currently missing most).

She smiled some before, but she's beginning to smile more responsively of late. She also rolled over a few days ago (tummy to back), out of annoyance at being made to have Tummy Time on her playmat, but she was a little uncertain as to what had just happened so she hasn't done it again.

I suspect that she's made such strides in the past week because Adam's out of town on Army business. Brooklyn's taking advantage of his absence to attempt developmental milestones (we got to see him for a minute yesterday and he looked at her and said, "She's grown!") and I've been making foods that I normally don't want to scent our apartment with, out of deference to him (silly non-fish-eater!) Hopefully I can get rid of the smell before he gets back...

I've also been tidying madly. He's tidy and I'm clean ("tidy" is the dishes in the dishwasher but spaghetti sauce all over the stove and counter - "clean" is the dishes in the sink but the stove and counters wiped down) but there hasn't been a lot of tidying or cleaning going on lately. However, even I have a point at which the untidiness begins to grate my nerves, so I decided that a pleasant surprise for Adam might be to come home to a neat apartment. Thus far I've nearly completed a thorough reworking of our living room and I'm almost finished with Brooklyn's room (which never has really been put together).

Part of the living room was to reorganize my bookcase. I wanted to make a shelf for Brooklyn, at her level, but I had already gone through the process of fitting two cases' worth of books into one (I let Adam have my other one when we moved into Woodway) and to then fit five shelves onto four seemed a bit hopeless. But I succeeded, and now not only does Brooklyn have her own shelf, but I managed to get all of my inspiring books at my eye level. And it looks a lot better...

Another project I've been working on while Adam's gone is to read and journal through the book of Acts (with 28 chapters, it divides conveniently by two weeks, which is how long his Annual Training lasts). It's always interesting to reread something carefully that I'm familiar with, and this time I have a friend who's reading and discussing it with me (which keeps me accountable to actually think about what I've read, instead of reading it and then moving on.)

So much organizing - inside and out! It's the New Planner time of year, and I'm attempting a fresh start in every disorganized area of my life (hmm, that was redundant - every area of my life is disorganized...)

I'm looking forward to the coming months, with Brooklyn getting bigger and more like a Real Person every day, and students returning and school starting back, and everything settling into a new routine. Change is coming, and I can't wait to see what God has planned for us!


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31 Days of Unraveling Designs

It's that time of year again... the 31 Days writing challenge starts today! Bloggers from all over will be writing every day of the month of October on the topic of their choosing. This will be my fourth year participating - the first year I did 7 for 31, and spent a month going through Jen Hatmaker's book 7. The second year I did 31 Days of Sustainable Dwelling, and wrote about local and fair trade living. Last year I was busy but still wanted to participate, so I went the easy route with 31 Days of Everyday Beautiful.

This year I'm diving into my greatest passion: knitting! I'll spend this month looking at past designs and talking about the inspiration behind them, so there will be plenty of regular life mixed in with the stitching - and there may be discount codes for the patterns that I write about. You'll just have to read and see!

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Urban Artemis
Graffiti for Humanity
Love Out Loud
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Unfortunately, this also applies to my own knitting. For years, I was apparently unaffected by the shifts and turmoils in my own life, so I assumed that I was exempt from the rule - when the reality was, in fact, that I wasn't really experiencing any of those on anything deeper than a surface level because everything was deadened by depression. When I finally started to really…


A few years ago, I was introduced to the concept of replacing the traditional list of resolutions with a single word. It appealed to me - I am not a big list person, but I love language and words and meanings and etymology and metaphor and... ahem. Ennyhoo. I liked the idea.
I've never chosen the word. It's always presented itself to me - and last year was no different. Pacific was very insistent, even though I tried to argue with it. Pacific? What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with that?
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So I'm bidding pacific a very fond farewell, and welcoming spark and whatever lessons it would like to bring. I invited it in with a copper wire punctuated with tiny lights and wrapped around my mood board, and I've got an empt…