Marge turned 7 months old last week. Just some quick facts about her.

We call her a bun at home.

Guess who’s here six-months old? Hooray for our little baby-girl Marge!

Finally, Marge can try her new short-sleeve cardigan in the colours of a red poppy and a blue knapweed field! As I wrote in a previous post, I’ve searched for a nice and not so common pattern for a baby-girl cardigan, but haven’t found any, and decided to design one by myself. It came out so nice and work on it was so enjoyable, that it would be just wrong to keep the pattern within myself rather than share it.

Also I would be really happy to hear that someone used this pattern and managed to make this cardigan. So, if you intend to try this, please, take a picture of a result and share it with me!

All these reflections just fascinate me!

Yes, our little baby girl is two month old already! She grew a lot, we spent past month under a sunshine of her smiles. She likes to talk and also learned to cry when she desperately needs something. It’s not like she hasn’t cried before, but this cry is somehow different from the one she did in her first month. So this is also a sign that she is getting older. Past few days of her life are also remarkable for Marge’s discovery of her fists. She stacks them into her mouth and intently munches her fingers with a unconcerned look. It seems that I have to hurry with a mobile I wanted to make for her, or I’ll miss the right time.

As Marge grows her sisters change as well. Their intention to help me with Marge is so huge that I can step aside and just watch their energy flowing in a right place. I haven’t seen so much initiative for months! They wash dishes (even though it has been my prerogative before), help me cook, hang clean clothes, through away used diapers. They even don’t mind entertaining Marge for a little bit if I need to leave the room for a moment. I am really proud of my girls!

I’ve started a new crochet cardigan for Marge lately. I’ve searched for a nice and not so common pattern for it, but haven’t found any. So it was decided to make one by myself. I actually have already started bringing to life my idea and crocheted four rows, but then realized, that I had made a mistake in the very first stitch of the first row! Can you imagine my disappointment when I had to rip it all out and start over my project!

Though May is almost over, it is still enough time for mayflowers to bloom and May thunderstorms to moisturize the air through nights. I saw a great thundercloud through kids room’s window yesterday. I hardly had time to take a picture, the cloud had covered all of the skies and it started pouring. However, it didn’t rain too long, not more than a few minutes. Now i’m looking at my daughters’ paintings of a rainy day from their art class and feeling really inspired to paint one by myself. I wish I had a time for this!

Oh, I love summer rain with it’s warm puddles!

I love to be home! To woke up and see through my window a huge thundercloud shining in the sun above the neighbour house… To sleep on the bed that is big enough for everyone including me and my workstation…

The cat follows me everywhere I go, eats with me, sits next to me when I’m washing dishes, sleeps with me…

(By the way, thank you Phoebe for letting me take a photo of you with this flower, that I’ve crocheted in the hospital).

And the oldest daughter surprised me with a Happy Birthday card for Marge!

But the biggest surprise for me was the fact that my middle daughter suddenly became so big! I remember this effect I felt from the time when Veronika born, therefore I waited for it once Marge born.

Вот и неделя прошла с тех пор, как наша семья стала на одного ребёнка счастливее. 

Да, признаться, было страшно до самого конца — что это такое мы с мужем затеяли. На двоих и так трое детей, да кошка. Да и последний младенец уже как 4 года назад, отметив свой первый юбилей, вышел из младенческого возраста. Но теперь, после недели стойкой послеродовой эйфории, совершенно понятно — затеяли мы это не зря.

Мы оба с мужем опытные родители, для нас обоих переживания от незнания, о чём плачет малыш — пройденный этап. Но вот ощущение абсолютного счастья от каждой минутки, когда малыш не спит, для нас обоих ново. К тому же, это так здорово, когда папа принимает участие в уходе за малышом наравне с мамой, когда есть такая возможность.

С первой дочкой я узнала, что такое — быть мамой, но ещё пока не научилась при этом получать удовольствие от жизни. Со второй дочкой я научилась быть счастливой мамой, но быть счастливой мамой двоим деткам сразу у меня не получилось. С третьей дочкой я чувствую себя очень счастливой мамой трёх девочек.

Знания. Любовь. Счастье.

Моё Троедочие.

Once upon a wee spring morning I had an arrival of my new daughter. It happened on 18th of March at 1:10 AM in a clean, beige coloured room of the Maternity Hospital of Riga with a help of a very kind, but very tired, blue-eyed midwife, with a help of my cooperative husband who understood either everything or everything wrong, but always from a half of a sound from me. She born crying and starving, she born with a velvet skin. And we called her Margaret. She was one little spring child of a 4 400 kg and 55 cm, one little spring sun that my husband and I presented to each other.