Monthly Archives: April 2014

Quiet musing

 April  15 

 After talking with some of the married ladies at the market about arranging a wedding .. I had no idea what I was getting into ..yes , I want to marry Fnar.. very much so.. but  once  I realized the cost,of a wedding. . . my heart sank..the sheer amount of cash going into it,and all the details..made my head spin.,and my stomach lurch . not to mention the stress of trying to arrange it..  When I think of the costs going to it.. all I can think of  ..that money could  be used for more practical things ..I would rather it be put on the farm than used to try and impress people!

   I have a feeling that Fnar is feeling the same thing, and I think we need to decide on whether or not we really want a wedding  , or run off and find a priest to marry us,then have a family gathering to celebrate it after  .. I don’t want the headache that planning a wedding would surely bring . I simply don’t have the time nor the patience for it. I have a family to look after.I think I will have a talk with Fnar about ditching the whole wedding idea ,and  just have a quiet ceremony with the three of us. I just don’t feel comfortable with the whole wedding nonsense.. I am marrying my love, because I love him,and our daughter.. I don’t want wagging tongues sniping at her when she’s older,or obsessive women constantly trying their best to steal him away from Mirren and I , simply because they think they can. Never going to happen! 

Fnar had a chance to spend an hour watching over Mirren ,while I was at the market ,and when I returned ,  gave me the biggest hug,and kiss ,before admitting he didn’t know how I managed to keep up with our little girl; and all her antics.  Just  the one hour with her, exhausted him. I  just smiled and told him, that one gets used to it,and sleeps when the baby does . Thankfully Mirren doesn’t put a fuss when I put her down for her nap; as long as she has her doll ,she’s happy,and tends to fall asleep, right after  her feeding.  I have to say ,she can sleep through anything ,and gets  up bright eyed and ready to get into more mischief. She doesn’t  do it with any ill intent in mind..there is just so much to do ,and so much to see that she tries to do it all. I still laugh when I think of her with the boot black.. Fnar told me about it ,when I got  home ..Oh , I can tell him tales about the things she’s done while he was out in the fields; she certainly has no fear which worries me alot . Its that total lack of fear that I pray she outgrows. To be fearless is a good trait but you need to temper it with common sense,.. at Mirren’s age.. common sense  hasn’t quite kicked in yet. Which is why I have to watch her like a  hawk.. Munin, has been wonderful with her, and has been making sure she doesn’t get into trouble. There are times he’s  had to grab the back of her diaper,and pull her away from things that could hurt her . He’s particularly vigilant about her being near the stove, or the door. he’s become a good guard dog as well..he knows when Fnar is returning home,and greets him at the door. I had been concerned that he and Dawn would be jealous of each other but oddly enough they get along well  . .which shocked the hell out of Fnar and I  .. both of them take their guard duties very seriously..and take turns watching over Mirren .   I found Munin wandering the moors of Gilneas..he had been thin,and lost.. his ribs were showing through his skin,and the way he kept haunting one of the farmhouses, told me that his owners were dead,and he  had been trying to survive on his own .  He already had the name,   it had been engraved on a tag on his collar..I didn’t see any point in changing it. I took him home,and took care of him, making sure he was fed,and given plenty of love. He turned out to be a fine hunter,and one incredible guard dog .. to him , we are his pack  ,and he looks after us. 

  Well I think its time I started dinner, Fnar will be home soon,and Munin is by Mirren’s crib, while she naps … giving me some quiet time to focus on preparations .

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April 7

WOW..where did the time go ?!! It seemed like only yesterday that Mirren was born  ,and now she’s crawling around like it’s no one’s business  , much to her father and  my dismay . Its amazing how fast a little one can get into things ,and how fast they can move. I swear I get Mirren out of one mess ,and she is headlong into another…she is definitely my and Fnar ‘s daughter; hard to mistake that mop of golden curls that she inherited from her father, and the dark green eyes that she got from me . Though she definitely has my stockier build, someone would say she was a chunky baby but she is solid.. there is not an ounce of fat on her ..given all the crawling she does, I don’t know how she can gain any fat on her. Though she definitely has her father’s devilish side,and Thorim help us all when she gets older..she’s going to be leading those young men a merry chase . Course they would have to deal with us first, then her grandfather, who simply dotes on her .. I think  becoming a grandparent made him miss my mother more however  Reaylm seems to have been filling that void in his life,and heart that he had thought would remain empty .

Both my brother and sister are married, now. .Tywin, to his priestess Laurelin,and Sheenagh to Reaylm’s son Shiav.. Gran, has given the estate over to Shiav, and has moved onto Shattrath. Apparently, she is tired of all the political wrangling one of the very few elves that can remember Lor’themar Theron as a child trying to wheedle sugarplums ; she finally accepted that her Silvermoon  was gone..the Silvermoon that exists now.. is a tattered remnant of her former grand self.. like the veritable grand dame .. her grandeur will remain in the past to remembered with fondness and bittersweet longing.  Once the veritable dragonlady and grand dame of House Goldmoon, she has retired to the luxurious townhouses in  the Scryers Terrace.. and I think I need to visit her more, now that Mirren is strong enough to travel . I also think Fnar,and I need to sit down and figure what sort of wedding we want.. I don’t want anything big,or fancy.. something small and simple is fine for me . I think Fnar needs to check with Fnor about being his best man , I still need to find a  bridesmaid ,and a dress .. though I think Mirren would be a perfect flower girl .. just need to make sure she doesn’t try to eat the  flowers ….or strip off  in the middle of the ceremony..I’m sure that would go over real well .

Fnar and Mirri ,are   having a nap after their bath..its their special bonding time,and it gives me sometime to relax and have a cup of tea .  Though listening to their conversation often has  me choking on my tea in silent laughter..   though she can’t talk yet, she certainly can give her father whatfor ,and Fnar goes along with it, as if he can understand her baby babble.. I suppose we can in someway..Dad said I chattered quite alot when I was Mirren’s age  ,it was when I got quiet that he and my mother got suspicous .. a little thing that I’m learning with Mirren. I found out that most babies Mirri’s  age aren’t as  mobile  as she is, which makes her rather advanced for her age.  I’m still amazed at how well she is doing,and how fast she is growing. . especially considering what a little miracle she is.. It still blows my mind that she  had survived the beating I took , quite early in my pregnancy  .. I can’t  believe she came out so well.

Well time to wrap this up, I can hear Mirri babbling quietly and a restrained yelp from Fnar.. judging by the tone, it sounds like Mirri got ahold of his chest hair again. I should go  and soothe his ruffled ego..before Mirri  yanks out another handful .

Bringing up baby and life in general


Posted by on April 8, 2014 in Ramblings


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