Rainy

It is rainy. And quiet. And super perfect for crafting, and lazing, and drinking lots of tea out of my favourite tea pot, and my new favourite mug of sappiness.

LambBaby

Welcome, third trimester. I am feeling rounder each day.

Happily Ever After

Being a church kid often means that there are lots of weddings happening. it's pretty nice to be able to celebrate so many happy happy couples. But sometimes, when the happy couple is especially excellent, and one of your favourite people in the world, it's just that much better.

This wedding was incredibly suited to the Mr. and Mrs. Everything was created and designed, including the bridesmaid's and bride's dress...by the bride herself. Yeah. That kind of awesome.

I love this life. I am so grateful for beautiful friends, and the chance to share in their joy.

Roe v. Wade

You allow us dignity

where we have mined the deepest trenches of our own disgrace.

Let the Princes stand in silence

with their hands lifted to their mouths.

I come for you.

Awe, and contemplation

The regrets of humanity 

and retribution.

What have we loosed?

The unearthing and exaltation.

I long to touch the faces 

of the tiny ones

realeased to heaven.

I love you, I love you.

I am wretched by your pain

by the evil,

knowing and unknowing, alike.

My hands are drawn to my mouth in horror.

I feel you moving in my womb.

I am overcome with terror

at little hands and feet wrenched away.

Going home eternal

All the little ones.

Lamb Baby

Breaking news of a delightful quality; 

Lamb baby is now 23 weeks old inside of my tummy, and has formed a dexterous new habit of utilising my bladder as a tiny trampoline. Very cool.

Flowers

I am seriously in love with having fresh flowers in the house. I have been spoiled enough to receive TWO bouquets recently. With neither bunches having come from Mr. Lambert, I am feeling especially special. I mean, he's sort of the only one who is really required to indulge me, right? These surprises from unforseen sources are just so very delightful.

Empower Christmas

It is Christmastime! Our church held our annual community Christmas party last week, and I had the best job in the house; making everyone and everything look festive and pretty. I was completely inspired by the world's cutest children's art a few months back, and these guys became the base for our decorations!

I broke out my teeny, adorable sewing machine for the first time and got sewing, slicing and gluing.

 

I crashed dress rehearsals and enlisted a beautiful, merry band of teenage girls and their dexterous origami craftsmanship.

I utilised the kid's costumes for my own amusement, and made the furture Mrs. Parr pose with me...

              

...while our manly men followed more masculine pursuits.

Many strong people climbed ladders and hung and re-hung our decorations, as I gazed, pregnantly, from the safety of ground level.

I sourced the creepiest baby Jesus that I could for our manger scene (at a bargain, too!)

I tied angels's wings, animals' ears and shepherds' scarves into place.

And when everything was just right, we flipped the lights and rocked the night away.

 I love being behind the scenes. Doing this stuff is just the bestest job of all.

The Lambert Farm

A couple of weekends ago, Danny and I trekked a few hours south of the border for his Mum's wedding. Danny's home town is a little country one on the North Coast of New South Wales; visiting his family and their farm there is always kind of like a glimpse into a different world. Everything is green and luscious, family members are abundant and animals are fully present and represented as close by as the back verandah.

There were flowers. Oh yes; an abundance of beautifully tended flowers!

There were odd pieces of particular interest; Bits of neglected sheds and cattle-related places, knives in public places and cool things like piles of split wood. Not being generally outdoorsy? I found all of this pretty excellent.

There were little people popping out from the farm's very seams.

(Our niece; Baby K)

(A second cousin, Baby R.)

(The cheekiest of all, Little B.)

Plus, you know, there was an actual wedding.

                            

                         

Farewell, Taree. Until next time!