In June I visited my parents home in Colorado.  It’s always fun to go home and sleep in your teenage bed and go through items in your closet with memories just tumbling out.  But the best part was reintroducing myself to my book collection.  My parents were kind enough to hold on to every book I owned. And I couldn’t be more thankful.

I forgot about so many of those books.  So many of them. I guess it is normal if your first job was in a library like me and you could take home old books that were being pulled from the shelves. I almost remember some of the Dewey decimal system numbers–643 was cookbooks I think and 745 were craft books ‘natch.

My childhood bookcase told some interesting tales.  For instance, I would read one author and if I liked him or her I would read everything he or she  produced, which is something I still do to this day and recently did from December to March of this year with Laurie Colwin’s entire oeuvre.  For example it wasn’t enough to read Anne of Green Gables–oh no, I had to read everything L.M. Montgomery wrote including the rest of Anne’s adventures all the way to Rilla and Emily’s stories.

But the best part is that my parents were willing to send the books out for the Peach. I can’t wait to introduce her to my favorite childrens books. I wonder what she’ll think of the Noel Streatfield’s Shoe books?

I’ve just started reading to Georgia at night as part of her bedtime ritual (the five B’s–bath, baste* book, boob, bed). At three months, I don’t think she enjoyed the subtle charms of reading, but now at five months, I think she is getting it.

Oh and here’s the Peach!  These were taken by Auntie Jen and I think they are  kinda hilarious. Jen likes to send photos of the baby while I’m at work and it just makes my day. This picture was in an email titled, “All hail the hawk”.

Speaking of the Hawk, this one features a rather feeble attempt to tame that hair.  I think this picture is so funny because Georgia looks like a little old lady–like something out of Grey Gardens to me in this one. I don’t know why, but it does.

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This past weekend, the Peach met another milestone. First cold. It was quite heartbreaking to see all that goop come out of her. Here I am with her. You can see I am not happy about the first cold…

But what did this naughty mother do? Leave her little sweetheart to go to the Renegade Craft Fair in SF. I may be a Mom but I’m still a crafter at heart and I had to worship at the shrine of all things crafty and let me tell you this fair was perfect for that. So, I left my beloved snoozing Peach curled up on her father for a few hours in craft Nirvana.

Part of my reason for going was my obsession with picking up one of these gorgeous Alphabet prints from Inside the Black Apple.  L is for LACE? Yes, please!

Here is the lovely Emily wagging her finger at my naughtiness.

And the other reason was to check out the Amazing Devi and her Modern Seamster booth.

What you haven’t heard of Modern Seamster? What? WHAT! WHAT???  Well, you best hop skip it over there and check out this online amazing sewing magazine. Chop chop–I’ll wait….

OK.

The fair was full of funky hipsters who love to sew. It made me so happy! Where were all of these people when I was growing up and getting weird looks from people for knitting during recess? Where were they at the local Joann, where I was the only teenager in the place?  I am just glad they are here now and following their love of crafts and turning them into their livelihoods.  They inspire me every day.

So, here is my booty from the event. Another snappy print for the Peach’s room along with Emily’s.

And check out these great pins that will snap up my black cardigans at work. SUWEET!!!

All in all a genius way to spend  a few hours respite from sick baby. Who, by the way, is doing much better now. Phew!

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Well, I’m already back at work! Wow, maternity leave was long and yet went by so fast.

But it’s good to be back at work.  I must admit that I forgot the subtle charms of talking to adults and conversing about things other than poop.  Oh, brain, how I’ve missed you so! Although I  miss nap-time with the Peach and so many of those other small beautiful moments that made up the day (which I won’t think about or I’ll start to cry) I think am a person that needs to work for mental, emotional, as well as financial reasons. Being a stay at home mom is the toughest thing in the world and my hats go off to everyone one of you ladies that make it look so darn easy.

But my return to work couldn’t happen without the help of my family. Although it has been only one day and I’m sure there will be bumps and mistakes along the way, I am sure we’ll get the hang of it.

Mr. Sweetie earns his name every morning with  taking the first shower so I can get those most precious extra 15 minutes of sleep.

And of course there is Auntie Jen who drops her off at daycare so we can get to our jobs extra early so we can come home extra early to be with the Peach.

Thanks, team Peach! So much love to the both of you.

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