And then there was Finn...

What is with me and all this Biblical speech patterns. I think I'm being influenced by the book I'm reading, Lamb by Christopher Moore. It's for book club, I would have never picked it because of my Christian upbringing, I'm over reading about Christ and feeling guilty about it. However this book is nothing like that, it takes the perspective of Jesus' life before he was baptized, when he was young. It brings comedy and light to a familiar character, the son of God.

Now where was I before my rant, ah yes the boy wonder in my life, Finn. It does one good to wake every morning and after feeding this squaking sleepyhead of a person find the pure delight of just being alive in his face. How wonderful to wake with the wonder and awe of a new day, such a happy boy. To be able to make one person light up the way he does when I smile at him makes all the drudgery of being pregnant and day to day of a mom worth it.

I've been heeding the counsel of my intuit Joy. She was right I gain my inspiration from nature and being out of doors. So I've been taking Finn and our smelly wonder mutt Daisy out for walks, nothing big, twenty minutes at the most but we are out of doors. It's done me good and I think being outside in the fresh air is good for Finn too. I think my next two art series will be birds and shells then maybe some sort of branches and fruit or flowers on them.

Today I will make the molds.

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Anonymous said…
Hey nicolebcreative!! It's nannynotsocreative!! Thought I'd drop in and say hello! I was telling Finn yesterday that I understand how you're feeling on the job situation. Us new moms go through a time where baby is front and center, demanding every single minute of our time, and we're behind the scenes running the show not even thinking about us. We are completely taken over by this little bundle we were so looking forward to and planning on exactly how every little detail would go. And then they arrive and you become this feeding machine on call 24 hours a day! Finally they get on some sort of schedule (using that term loosely!), and we begin to emerge from the depths of feeding, diapers, no sleep, et. all, and say, hey, where have I been?!! I remember seeing pics of me and thinking, look at my hair! I need a haircut! When was the last time I actually got dressed?! Funny how you remember stuff. You got a double whammy in the midst of all this and are now searching for a new job! Jeez Louise! What next?!! I hate when change creeps up on you. Bob and I are so positive now but I think of all the change I may face should he be taken from me. But I will cross that bridge when it comes. You know, this will be a good place to vent should I find the need! No idea what to expect with Bob's Big Adventure!! Can't wait to see your new art projects! You go, girl! xo
May 10, 2008 at 7:18 AM
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