Well, I might as well go ahead and write a little August Birth Day post. Because today is his birthday. That picture was taken when he was the newest human being on Planet Earth. For those of you who do not remember, August was actually born in his parent's beautiful (and thankfully fairly spacious) bathroom because, well, that's where Jessie was when August decided to be born. This is one of the many joys of a home birth. You can labor where you want and where you feel most comfortable and safe. Where the sights and sounds are familiar. Where there are no machines beeping and no strangers coming in and out of your room. Where you make the rules about who will be present and who will NOT. Where your midwife will follow you to wherever it is you want to be and if that's the bathroom, so be it and if that baby starts coming when you're sitting on the toilet she can help you to the floor and she will get right down there with you and catch that baby and hand him to you and his daddy.
And so it was for August's birth.
I can't even remember who all was there. The midwife, two assistants, May, Lily, me. Hank and Mr. Moon were down in the basement, napping until they heard what they knew to be the sounds of baby-coming NOW because they are old pros at this.
I tell you what I do remember- Jessie and Vergil being the most amazing team. Vergil was nothing if not physically and psychically connected to his laboring wife. I felt as if they did not even need us in the least. And honestly- they could have done it themselves. I know they could have.
And together they birthed that little boy who has become the golden curly-headed child who, like all of the rest of my grandchildren, is a unique and precious wonder on this earth.
Not that I'm prejudiced or anything.
He is the little boy who is pragmatic. Who is stingy with kisses and hugs because that's who he is. Who asks the best questions. Who has the best answers. Who loves waffles and chicken and dumplings. Who loves tools and all of the stuff that his daddy and his Boppy own, work with, and use. Who likes me to make him dresses. Who can hike up mountains like a mountain goat. Who loves books so much. Who has music in his blood. Who would rather hang out with his Boppy than almost anything on earth. Whose hands are the prettiest hands on a human I've ever seen.
Who was a wide-eyed wonder from the moment he was born. Which he told me this morning he can remember.
He was a few hours old when Lis took this picture. I was rocking him and telling him the story of how he came to be while his mama and daddy ate some soup.
If you want to read the original post I wrote about the day he was born, you can go HERE.
It's been a lazy Sunday for me. I have done a bunch of nothing. A tiny bit of laundry, a kitchen tidy-up, pulling a few leggy four o'clocks, and sitting on the couch and watching a Ricky Gervais series called Derek which is slow and sweet and a bit silly and probably completely un-PC while doing a little more decorating on a pair of corduroy overalls for August and eventually Levon.
Although August wants me to put more beads on the dinosaur/wrecking ball part, I believe I may have done enough of that tedious work for now and have moved on to boro stitching, or at least my interpretation of it which I learned about from Linda Sue's blog.
Let's face it- I am merely amusing myself but I enjoy hand stitching so much and although I am not very good at it, it makes me happy to sit and do. I'm free-handing it on the yellow patch and it's fun.
Mr. Moon did stuff out in the woods on a tractor which made him very happy and we've had a pleasant afternoon together since he got home.
I'm going to cook some scallops and pasta and we'll watch another episode of Outlanders.
My soul is at peace. My grandson August is four. I am still very much in love with his grandfather. The Americaunas are laying again.
I am the luckiest woman in the world.