July rewarded us for our patience with a lot of sun and we finally got some really hot weather here after a rainy June.

It was the first time we were driving so far with Marge. However, our older kids are already pretty much experienced road trippers. We had a major one week long journey to Poland last summer. That’s why these four hours in the car, that awaited us, seemed to be a piece of cake for us. I had all of mine checklists left from the last time, which made our preparations indeed much easier and less time-consuming. But our thinking of ourselves as of nearly travel-experts made us let our guard down and forget some essential things.

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!

Перевод на русский следует ниже 🙂.

Being a mom means killing a child inside your head for it’s resurrection in your eternal memory later to give you an ability of making decisions not only in order to please yourself or meet your own wishes.

Being a mom is love.

Being a mom means giving your baby a chance to correct his mistake instead of blaming for his failure.

It means giving a hug, instead of a preach.

Being a mom takes a lot of patience to listen even when you think there’s nothing worthy to be said and be quite even when you are overflowing with words.

Also it is understanding, there is no doubt that what’s need to be done has to be done, but the most important need is trying to reach peace without war and do it without yelling.

And it is understanding, that your negative evaluation of a deed or event your kid is excited about won’t make him feel the same way as you do about it, but he will definitely feel a rejection from you. So save your esteems for someone you don’t like.

Being a mom means trying not to fall into habit of controlling every step of your precious child while taking care of his safety. It also means keeping noticing even the smallest initiative of your little one and treat it with care, trying not to suppress it.

Be still and stable as a rock, when your child is all like the ocean in a stormy day, to be able to help this ocean to calm down only by means of your tender and secure voice and look.

Letting him grow, watching aside and wondering, how your kid’s personality develops, but not trying to change it your way. Once given a life your child will live it by himself.

Yes, being a mom is a huge work. So I thank my mom she did it for me once.

I love You, mom!

And, mom, thanks for that delicious pie You made us on a Mother day.

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.