Seek, resolutely, the true and indestructible value that lies hidden in…petty and wearisome incidents*

by chuckofish

Congratulations on making it to Thursday for your weekly dose of darling. I had one of those weeks when I felt incredibly busy but also like I got nothing done, so that has been fun. This is partly because I added more things to my plate: I have been working on an essay, which was due on Tuesday and which I now need to revise. (What? How am I doing this? I truly don’t know.) Anyway, it’s about Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Custom-House, a sketch in which he pokes a lot of fun at his boring colleagues and offers the sound advice that I have quoted above.

Moving on! Katie had a pretty solid week of sleeping, eating, kicking her feet in the air, and crushing tummy time. She was declared a healthy four-month-old at her pediatrician appointment, where she weighed in at 15 lbs 4 oz (72nd percentile) and measured 25.5 inches long (88th percentile). Tall baby!

She kicks the poles and makes the attachments shake — brilliant
So many options!

We received some more adorable drool bibs from Aunt Mary. Some are made with remnants from my grandmother Mary’s stash of fabric, which I think is really, really nice. Mamu’s basement clean-out is really paying off! The Halloween bib matches a witch costume that I wore multiple times growing up, and which I can’t wait for Katie to wear one day. For now, she can don her festive bib and make her mother feel sappy.

Trading in a backyard view for a waterfront view

This weekend, we are escaping to an Airbnb on the Chesapeake Bay. This will be the first time I have taken a trip anywhere since March, unless you count our hospital stay when Katie was born. (Haha.) Here’s hoping a little peace and quiet (and a house with no chores) prove to be restorative!