Hormones?

I kind of fell down a shoe rabbit hole today.  After my mom commented on yesterday's rain boot post I started looking for other boots, which somehow led me to Yellow Submarine boots, which led me here (it was much more circuitous than that):

 

 

Yellow Submarine baby booties!  I seriously need to find/create a pattern for these.  And then convince the BFF to have another baby so I can make them.  These booties led to these shoes:

 

 

Which are made out of the same material I used to make a Beatles baby blanket for the BFF's first baby.  These led me here:

 

 

Yoda kind of looks like he has a mustache, but the idea of these makes me giggle like a total Star Wars nerd.

 

 

You've already seen this picture here but it popped as I was looking, and I couldn't resist featuring it again in this post.

 

I swear I'm not pregnant.  Maybe it's hormones, but probably just that I baptized the sweetest, most adorable baby this morning.  He just gazed happily at me as I poured the water on his head.  He wasn't so fond of the chrism, but we had a nice snuggle as I introduced him to the congregation.  But come on, babies and Beatles?  Mom always says I get the same look on my face when looking at pictures of either one of them, so this post was probably inevitable anyway.

 

 

 

 

Awwww...Baby (Shoes)

I love the calendar picture for today:

These are wool baby shoes from around 1865-1875.  I think they're adorable and love the detailing.  So then I went looking for modern red baby shoes.  There are a million of them, you should really click on the link and go explore.  I had trouble not choosing way too many for this post.

 

 

And in case this post has you wondering, no I'm not pregnant.  Sorry.  Just like looking at the baby shoes sometimes.

 

Nope, Not Pregnant

Today's post is inspired by 2 things.  First, I came across this blog today showing a trend on Instagram of pictures of babies in mugs.  Silly, but adorable.

 

Second, yesterday when I got to church I was holding the door for one of our preschool moms who was picking up her 3 year old daughter.  The mom asked me how I was feeling, and I thought she meant the sinus/allergy stuff, so I answered that I was feeling a lot better, thank you.  She then followed up with, "now, when are you due, again?"  Oh dear...  I told her I wasn't pregnant and she was fairly mortified and then said that her daughter had told her I was going to have a baby.  One of my facebook friends said, "when in doubt, blame the preschooler!"  It was probably just an innocent remark, but oy...made me think about working out more.

 

Anyway, in honor of baby-related things, I give you baby shoes:

 

 

There were so many more, but I limited it to 4, otherwise I would be adding pictures all day and this post would never get published.  How cute are these shoes?  I just love them in all of their varied adorableness.

 

I am NOT Old...Or am I?

Yesterday's post got me thinking along the lines of comments people make about my shoes.  I often get comments like, "Oh, I can't wear shoes like that anymore, it's nice to be young like you."  And I often reply with something along the lines of, "I know I won't be able to wear them forever, so I'm enjoying them now."  Which then led me to think about when that might be.  I'm 37, which sometimes seems surreal.  Yes, I know I'm not old per se, but it definitely gets me to thinking.

 

I recently joined a group called the Young Clergy Women Project and the requirements are that you have to be a woman, between the ages of 20 and 40, ordained before 35.  So, I fit.  But wait...I'll be 40 in just a little over 2 years.  Do they kick me out, then?  Does this mean I'm now on the old side of young?  Is there another group for Middle Aged Clergy Women?

 

 

Baby after my own heart...adorable shoes!

 

I've also been thinking about babies.  (No, I AM NOT PREGNANT!)  The hubby and I have only been married 4 1/2 months, but I'm not getting younger.  Dr's appointments can be depressing when we have to talk about my advanced age in terms of getting pregnant.  And yes, I happen to have many friends who have delivered happy, healthy babies when they (the mommies) were in the area of 40 and above.  But let's just say that hearing the phrase, "your eggs are old" come out of my Ob/Gyn's mouth was not the greatest day.  I mean, come on, lady, I didn't think there was a way to make those appointments worse!

 

When I was younger I always thought I wanted a really big family.  4-10 kids was the range.  That has changed as I've gotten older.  Part of it now is that it's too late to be having that many kiddos.  The bigger part would be my mom's day-care, and my experience taking care of wonderful, adorable, amazing children.  I'm not being sarcastic.  I've loved them all.  But the day I found myself with 2 in the stroller and 1 walking as we went to pick up nieces and their friends from the 1st day of school was the day I realized I'm not cut out for having a large family.  I think I ended up with 8 kids to walk back to my mom's house that day, and it was like herding cats.  Except that cats aren't all trying to talk/tattle/cry at the same time.

 

Some posts meander.  Welcome to my brain.