A Pictorial Review Of The Last Month.

I’ve had The Spinners’ “Working My Way Back To You” in my head all day today:

“I’ll Be Working My Way Back To You, Babe
With A Burning Love Inside
Hey, I’m Working My Way Back To You, Babe”

That’s pretty much how I feel about blogging lately. Sunday nights have predominantly been picture-heavy, life-updating posts. This is my first Sunday night “back” from the land of the heavy writing. I love my Sunday night posts. I start formulating them often as early as the first pivotal moment of our weekend hits, no matter what that entails. Then when Scarlet naps on Sunday afternoons, I upload photos and write. It’s a little funny having two things in my life that I like to do – photography and writing. At least they’re related. The joy and frustration they both give me is insane. That means I care.

Don’t all of the best things give you both joy and frustration?

I need to develop both of these skills more. I suppose I always will but I’m feeling a bit of a panic lately as my only chance at free time winds down in these last 2-3 months before baby. I thought I had neglected picture taking, but not really. It can never go away for too long. I’ve been doing it all along, just waiting for my eventual chance to share. Here’s another story: A picture story about what life in the Bowman house has been like for the last month or so.

This story gave me much less writer’s cramp!

As winter winded down and the position of the sun leaned slightly towards our favor, we had these funky peace-sign (or Mercedes symbols, as my friend Crystal said) light shadows on our lawn for about a week:

We’ve enjoyed these strange passing phases of both winter then spring then winter then spring. When we moved here in late October, we enjoyed one night before the freak Halloween snowstorm hit. Then the ground was pretty frozen from that point on, despite a mild winter. We live in the middle of the woods. It’s cold and dark early and sometimes snuggling on the couch is the only thing we want to do:

We liked the thought of winter ending. We tried to capture the light, however we could. Whenever we could.

Scarlet made a lot of strange fashion choices over the last month.

Halfway through the month, we enjoyed a visit from Aunt Lindsay.

We thought it would be fun to go to the park on a day with a delightfully New England weather forecast. Which meant, that 65 and sunny could very well be 50 and overcast. Even the goats wouldn’t come out of hibernation for some corn that we wasted 50 cents on.

Scarlet fell ever in love with babies over the last month. We seem to have a lot of them in our lives, so we just made sure to see them more and more. This is Baby Declan. Scarlet loves him so much, she has since named 8 out of 12 baby dolls by his name, as well as her snowman.

Scarlet started daycare twice a week. She loves it tremendously and has never had any adjustment problems. To celebrate her new growing-up life, Nana sent her new cotton underwear. She got confused as to how to wear it..I guess that could happen to anyone.

So many different articles of clothing in this world. How to make sense of it all?? Winter finally came, for a day or two. Then there was a strange random snow squall one random Saturday.

And then, Daylight Savings hit. I personally think it should be a holiday with its own celebrations, costumes and food traditions.

The ice and snow melted, for good…I think?

Layers of clothing were shed and we ventured, blinking, into the sunlight. Park passes were renewed. The first birds of spring hit the feeder on Scarlet’s bedroom window. Spring fever came early and fiercely.

We raised our arms up to the sky, to await what spring and summer will bring us. So many wonderful things.

It’s mind-blowing.

For the first time since we have moved to our new house, we can smell the earth and hear the birds. Our yard gets hours of sunlight. The deck has become the new living room. A new baby is due on the cusp of spring and summer. What season will he be??

What changes will come to this blog? Can I go back to the way it was, after using it as a screenplay for over a month? Can I sit and write as much now that the air is beautiful and warm?

I think so. Many changes await us. I cannot wait to see what’s coming. She can’t either.