silly reflections

I'm sitting, once again, listening to the whirring rotations of my breast pump. I worked the last two days. Well, only 7a-2p and I was teaching a class so it wasn't too bad. But I am terrible at pumping because normally I'm right in the action, and I don't take any personal breaks... in fact often I feel guilty for spending too long in the bathroom at work. So pumping the first day didn't even work at all because I was not relaxed enough and the milk wasn't fooled. Today I am doing a bit better but my pumping schedule is off Lucas' eating schedule so invariably there are longer periods of nothing than is advisable. My plan for when I go back to work for real in a few weeks is to only work one day in a row and to pump every 3 hours, period. We will see how it goes. So far I have had plenty of milk to go around and Lucas is Mr. chubberson, so I'm not too worried.

 David is making a roast for dinner. He is telling me about how he has found his calling in life... teaching... it's fun to see him inspired and bright eyed. he brought me a random present home a few days ago. It made my day. I'm usually not a present kind of person but it was a set of glass pyrex dishes with lids so they can double as tupperware, and that is the kind of thing that grows some serious love in a woman. I jokingly said, wow, what are you going to get me tomorrow?! Well, he didn't really think it was a joke and then yesterday I came home to a new iPhone which I've been wanting so I can FaceTime with my sweet family, and my phone is frizting out. And then today I came home to a beautiful print of a heron that I liked on our last gallery walk. I'm not sure what has gotten into him but it's fun. The prudent shelley is saying it's really too much- but I think I'm going to side with the care-free silly shelley and simply enjoy these shopping sprees on my behalf. All that to say that it's good to be home and I am so unbelievably blessed. There's lots to be done and lots of changes coming up in the next few weeks but for now I'm just going to sit with the music of my breast pump, the golden crisp leaves reflecting the sun through my kitchen window, the smell of browning meat, my sleeping sweet breast-milky baby in the bedroom, and my handsome chapped-lipped, gift-giving husband barefoot in the kitchen.