Marshall has this shirt.
On the front it says “Front”.
On the back it says “Bach”.
And because we are both incredibly dorky music nerds, it makes us laugh every.single.time.
When I got the press release from Sony Music about a new Bach album, I almost didn’t even listen. I have an old Bach CD that was my grandmother’s and the case has long been lost. The CD itself doesn’t have much info on it other than “Bach Piano Concertos”, and I have no clue who performed which pieces on that album…but I love the recordings. However, these days I find myself listening to more Justin Roberts and Veggie Tales than Bach and Chopin, and I figured why bother getting another album I won’t have time to listen to?
Well, I had a few minutes to spare and decided to watch the video(which you can see below) about this new album, “Bach: A Strange Beauty” by Simone Dinnerstein. In the video she talks about how the album’s name came to be and the sentiment that “anything that is truly beautiful is not perfect”. I was intrigued that it was the imperfections and the unexpected turns that attracted her to Bach. Because one of my favorite pieces(Concerto No. 5 in F minor: Largo) is so simple and yet interesting because just when you think you’ve figured out the pattern of the song, it changes. And then it bursts into the Presto so unexpectedly that it’s impossible to not be slightly startled(in a good way).
Mrs. Dinnerstein’s sound is equally captivating. At one point in the video she mentions that “her” sound is one that is incredibly clear. Coming from many people that may sound like self-flattery, but I can assure that this is the truth. Closing your eyes, it really sounds like the wind is forming these notes as they float through the air.
I am glad that I had a those few minutes with nothing to do, because now not only have a found a new performer with a fabulous sound, but I have re-introduced my children to the classical sounds that have slowly-but-surely been replaced by songs about baseball and grilled cheese. (Not that those are bad things! I love both of those songs!)
After listening to a few pieces of this album, Carter told me that he really loved this music “even though it didn’t have words”. And he asked if he could play the piano like that one day. So, I guess I’m off to find a piano teacher. That’s one extra-curricular activity I don’t mind him participating in. (I just have to go buy a piano!!)
P.S. All you Atlanta peeps, she’ll be performing at Emory on Friday, April 1st!
I worked with Sony Music to bring you this review and I did receive a free copy of the album.
However if you take a few moments to listen to the gorgeousness, you’ll see why I think it would be a fabulous addition to any musical library.
No pictures yet because the hospital doesn’t have wireless 🙁 and I have not mastered the art of posting from my phone.
But she’s here: Miss Anna Alden Ivey
Born today at 2:21pm
Weighing 7 pounds
Measuring 20.5 inches.
More details to come soon…
I mentioned yesterday that I didn’t have my bag packed for the hospital.
(I still don’t have it packed.)
But I thought it’d be interesting to review what I had in my (40lb) bag when I had Carter
versus what I’m planning on taking this time.
Baby #1 (in random order)
Baby #4 (in order of importance)
(Although I do admit that my “to-text” and “to-email” lists are in my phone.)
(And I probably should go find a piece of paper to get those cute little footprints stamped on.)
I’ll wear a hospital gown and the mesh granny panties.
I will brush my teeth, but I won’t have on makeup.
I will leave in the same clothes that I wore when I arrived.
My, how things change.
It appears that I will be delivering a baby on Thursday.
And Wednesday is jam-packed with little things that need to get done.
And so here I am with today…
what I thought was going to be the calm before the storm.
But life with littles is never what you expect.
Lydia has croup.
Asa seems to be having some kind of insane I-must-empty-every-square-inch-of-my-intestines thing.
I didn’t sleep well last night(again).
I actually did sleep, for a change, but when I woke up I was even more tired than I was when I went to bed!
I’m thinking it was probably the billion low-level contractions – strong enough to wear me out, but too weak to wake me.
I had a few last minute things I was hoping to get done around here.
(For one, I still haven’t packed a hospital bag. Oops.)
But I’m not complaining!
I’m still in my pjs and I’m cuddling with two of my little people.
They are watching absurd amounts of TV while I finish my laugh-out-loud-often book.
I’ve got ice to eat. (Gotta love pregnancy pica.)
I’ve got my sweet, snoring dogs beside me.
My mom is coming to make breakfast lasagna for dinner.
Life is good.
It’s not what I had planned for today-
It’s a game I don’t play well…
I like to know how things are going to happen.
One strong contraction followed by a plethora of little ones.
And I yearn for consistency and a rhythm.
And yet simultaneously, I don’t.
I am ready.
I am oh-so-ready.
It is coming.
It will be here soon, I know.
My doubts, my fears…this time so different from the times before.
Gone are my worries that labor will hurt.
Gone are my worries that I won’t know what to do when I hold the fruit of my labor in my arms.
(And I won’t.)
(Does anyone ever really know what to do?)
(Aren’t we all just floundering our way through parenthood?)
This time my fears are based on me, my memory.
Will I remember the feel of baby kicks and hiccups?
Will I remember the breathlessness that comes with each contraction?
Will I remember the cumbersomeness of a full belly, one which begs for mercy?
Because I thought I remembered from before…
But I didn’t.
But this time has been different, I tell myself.
I’ve purposefully taken the time to close my eyes,
Ignore everyone else,
And savor these moments.
I’ve committed them to memory the best I can.
And I pray that it will be enough.
I will remember.
Four babies, four times on bed rest.
This time so different from the others.
Instead of getting restless and pouting about what I’m missing in the outside world,
I’ve embraced the slow, easy pace that’s been forced upon me.
Read books – both to myself and to the children.
Watched movies – with them, by myself, with Marshall.
Done crafts and played games.
Taken long, leisurely baths.
Snuggled and cuddled.
Closed my eyes and listened with my soul.
Captured memories with my mind instead of my camera.
I am ready.
One foot stepping out into the unknown,
Ready to put a face to the new life that’s so long been a part of me.
And yet the other foot firmly planted in the here and now.
Waiting for just…the…perfect moment…
To step out,
To move onward.
When that moment comes,
I will hold my breath,
Close my eyes,
And jump across to the other bank.
I will leap from fertile soil
To dry, barren land.
Because this is it.
The final movement of a beautiful symphony that is my child-bearing years.
But here is the best part…
The dry, barren land isn’t really dry and barren.
It, too, is full of life.
I will continue to celebrate milestones.
I will continue to close my eyes and breathe in the tiny moments.
I will watch in awe as each of my children grows, changes-
In life, just as they did within me.
The cursor will keep blinking.
My story is not over yet.
Thanks be to God.
This is fairly cheesy, but it’s always fun.
Here are the details as we have them now(if you’re curious):
*I will be 38 weeks on Monday.
*At my last appointment(on Thursday), I was dilated roughly 2 cm and about 25% effaced.
*At the last ultrasound(last Monday), she appeared to be roughly 7 pounds.
*If she still hasn’t arrived by Jan 31st, I’ll be induced by then(at the latest).
I am surely not an expert on childbirth or pregnancy or all things obstetrical…
But I have done this 4 times and every time I learn a little more.
You really do learn a lot during those 40(ish) short long weeks,
but there are a few things that I wish I’d known going into that first pregnancy:
But it’s not all about stuff you should buy. There are practical things, too. Things that no one ever told me…
Really? This is just the beginning of the things I’ve learned.
I’m sure as soon as I hit “Publish”, I’ll think of a hundred other things I wish I’d added to this list.
Is there something imperative that I’ve left out? Most of you guys are moms…let’s hear it!
None of these are affiliate links.
None of these things were given to me to review.
None of these things make any money for me.
I’m just being nice and sharing my opinions…for free.
Days creep by and drag on.
One repetitious chore after another.
Jammie them up.
Prayers and bedtime.
Over and over.
The schedule never changes.
Stuck in a cycle that feels like it’s in slow motion and hyper drive all at once.
It rushes past me,
leaving me spinning
and trying to decide which way is up.
One cascades into the other,
pushing them all like a domino train…
Faster and faster and faster and faster.
The momentum pushes us all forward.
Time marches, no races on
And we are left with no choice but to grab hold to what we can.
To take in as many sights and smells and tastes as possible.
Relishing the here and the now
While remembering the then and there
And occasionally glancing towards what will be.