Rhinebeck

There will be a Rhinebeck post, I promise. I am so tired I can't even think of a metaphor to describe the tiredness. I don't have the wide-eyed overwhelm that I did last year (Bloggers! Everywhere! Gah!!), rather I'm all soft and squishy inside from seeing my people and being around my kind again.

The baby boy did amazingly, as well. We have taken to calling him The Boy Who Would Not Nap in recent weeks, and he surprised us by taking three naps on Saturday, all in the sling. Had I the energy, I would have cried. I think from the relief of it, from the freedom to sit on a bench and breastfeed my baby with other mamas (sans hot blanket), and from the knowing that I am--despite my new world as Mama--still my fiber-loving self.

I might cry from it now.

I think I'll steal a picture from Jess, to prove to myself that I was there as much as to show you.


More soon, I promise.