Great Expectations

Yesterday was beautiful. I sat on my back porch for at least an hour watching the sailboats head up to the channel. The day before? Not so good. But I'm new to coastal living, so I still find beauty even on the bad days. These are pictures of the the point on sunday...

I do hope, that all your weekends otherwise were as lovely as mine. I spent plenty of time with Mr., picked up three gallons of paint for the nursery, cleaned out what has previously been called 'the junk room' for the project, and of course skipped down on saturday to the Wool Basket and picked up four skeins of Debbie Bliss baby cashmerino in blue.

I'm already plowing through the pea pod baby set pattern from the Interweave Knits website with its pretty falling leaves lace design, which means I have finally learned how to read a pattern from a chart. Very exciting.

But on a deeper note, I thought a lot about having a little boy, the area we live in, and the kind of people we are. It makes me wonder what he will be like. There are so many factors when you look at parenting, education, and environment. Will he be creative? Will he be a plymouth beach bum? Will he be outgoing, fearless, and social like us? Or will he be more of an introvert-shy, and close to only a select few friends (like I used to be.)

What will he bring to our beach on saturdays? A fishing pole? A surfboard? Or an easel? I do hope he's more interested in fly-fishing than flirting, but I'm getting ahead of myself here. (Please dear God let him be disinterested in teenage girls) But having watched two younger brothers grow into young men, I know that we cannot predict who this little boy will be. It will just have to be another one of our little adventures. I just can't wait to meet him (and thank him for kicking up a storm last night at about 2 AM.)