One Shell Stitch Baby Blanket. Waterfall blue, and white with purple edging.
It is so soft... I am sure baby girl will love nestling up to it. But for right now Big Mama (that's me) uses it all the time to keep her lap cozy warm.
I don't know if many of you have seen Kubrick's movie. It is done very differently than many films, there is not a lot of dialogue, scenes that seem to drag on forever and some pretty weird sounds to accompany it all. At one point there is this creepy chanting wailing noise going on for like 5 minutes... I asked Chuck to turn it down because it was scaring the baby (when really it was probably more about me being freaked out by it).
It is very philosophical, and Kubrick leaves many questions unanswered for the viewer to interpret. When it was over Chuck asked me if I got it.
"NO! I exclaimed, and I want some answers!"
Chuck talked about how he enjoys movies that make you think. I disagreed, I want everything spelled out for me... I even want that little scene after the credits roll that shows you an "update" of events. Like the wedding scene in Napoleon Dynamite.
The explanation still left me unsatisfied. I wanted to see an Alien dang it? And what good is this whole living forever technology that the Aliens discovered if only one Astronaut knows about it and he is currently a floating fetus in space? And what a miserable life to grow old and die alone in a big room on Jupiter (BORING!!!) And the monolith... could the Aliens see through it?
However these young and lovely ladies did not come to warn me against the pitfalls of Satan... but to give me advice and encouragement for birth and motherhood.
It started out with a few labor stories and advice about getting babies on a schedule and feeding tips. But the ladies from my church are deeply spiritual women, and many are excellent mothers... they began to share some of the advice straight from their hearts. And like many other times in my life when I have been in the presence of such spiritual giants I felt glad that God has surrounded me with so many incredible people who lift me up and strengthen me.
I would type out some of the things that they said, however I think that they were so powerful because they were things that spoke directly to me, and seemed things God would have wanted me to hear. Yet I will share with you this poem that was paraphrased by the women who threw the shower.... perhaps some of you mothers have heard it before.
Babies Don't Keep
-By Ruth Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockaby, lullaby loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby, lullaby loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
I have an addiction to MSN free games online, I probably blow away a good hour and a half everyday (at lease) trying to beat my high scores in games like Peggle, Bejeweled, Bubble town and Chainz. I get embarrassed when Chuck comes home and busts me in the middle of a winning streak I can't seem to pull myself away from. I am trying to cut back.