Sleeping Beauty.
Iron Man and Ian creating a masterpiece for the mantle.
Math games with beans and homemade dice…
Ahhh, Hunter can still wear his hat.
Figuring out elf ears.
Category Archives: A Little of Everything
the SweetPod SleepPod
I love having a Moses basket for a newborn. It is so nice to have a cozy place to lay baby down right next to me wherever I am in the house– on the couch while I’m reading to other kids, on the floor next to my sewing table, in my room next to my bed. It’s her own little sanctuary that even the 2 year old understands is the baby’s bed.
So, when I was dreaming about Eva coming I decided I wanted to make a Moses basket and write up the pattern to add to my SweetPod collection.
Here it is! It’s been in constant use for the past 4 weeks (Really, it’s been 4 weeks?!) and I’ve decided it passed the functionality test.
It has a removable, washable quilted bumper pad,
and a mattress with a removable, washable cover. I’m just about done with the pattern writing. I have had such a hard time making myself sit down and write it, but I made a lot of headway today and will be ready to send it out to testers by next Friday for sure.
I have to say up front this is not a quick project or an inexpensive one, but as a mama of 6 I definitely think it is worth the work and money to have a super cute, comfy place to lay my perfect little bundle.
Anyone want to try it? **I’ve got all the testers I need, thanks!** I’ll need 2 testers. If you’d like to be one send an e-mail to jessica {at} seedpodcraft {dot} com and let me know how quickly you think you could get it done (give yourself at least a week) and what kind of sewing experience you have. Luckily, all the supplies should be available at your local JoAnn’s and quilt store. I’ll let you know whether or not I’ll need you as a tester by Wednesday and get the pattern e-mailed to you by Friday next week.
waiting…
So…
this is just to let you all know (if you’re wondering) that I don’t have a baby yet. My official due date was yesterday, and I know, I know, due dates are arbitrary things, but the last desperate days of pregnancy are not rational. All the hormones, the unknown-ness, the waiting, put you on an emotional roller coaster. 4 of my 5 previous births happened at least a week before the date– and those days of contractions can sure get my hopes up, then dash them to pieces.
I’m just not sure what to post about these days, so I’m just going to wait until I have pictures of a fresh new face for you.
All I ask is for some good vibes and prayers sent my way that this baby will come on out! We keep telling her it really is more fun out here than in a dark water balloon. I guess she’s not quite convinced…
I can’t be pregnant forever, though, right?
documenting the very last time…
I’ve been pregnant a lot of times, but I cringe at nearly every picture we have of my swollen, life growing self. I have several really flattering ones of me sleeping in the passenger seat of our van, belly bulging, head tilted back, mouth open, during our most recent road trip. Lovely. And there are a few hurried snap shots taken right before we’ve rushed off to the hospital with a couple of our babies.
But this time I’m quite certain I’m never going to do this again. This is the last time I’m going to harbor a whole other being, to give it a beginning, to share my space so completely. The last time I’ll feel a baby stretch and push and try out new limbs, or feel the excitement and anticipation of meeting my little person who has become so familiar. This is a pretty amazing, miraculous thing my body can do, and I’ve done it over and over because I know that when it comes down to it, there isn’t anything more important or more valuable that I could do. Saying I’m thankful to be a mother is an understatement. In so many ways I feel like I was born when my first baby was born and every one has taught me more about who I am, what our family can be, and what life is really about than I could have learned any other way.
I wanted some way to remember the beautiful part — so we braved the mosquitoes in the warm evening light and Barry took some pictures we could treasure.
And now I’m counting the minutes. The end is the hardest part because there is so much uncertainty, so much wondering and waiting.