It really struck a chord for me as it gets colder here in Boston and I still want to traipse all over my little city with a baby strapped into my current favorite carrier. It's our main way to get back and forth to daycare, for instance, so it's a daily issue for us. I thought this idea was a simple, cleverly designed, easily customizable solution to the 'baby wearing coat' thing. And? Bulky yarn! Fast! Easy to knit! Very little counting!
After thinking about it for a couple of days, in my cloudy, sleep-deprived way, I realized that I had the perfect yarn for this already in my stash. Actually, yarn lying dormant in a dead WIP that I hadn't been able to let go of yet. Sold! Match made in heaven, even.
After WB's bedtime last night I pulled out my winter coat, a tape measure, and the wool, and went to work. Ten minutes later I had a plan, and 20 minutes after that I had an inch of knitting.
And then it was bedtime. Confession, it was 10:30, which is actually 30 minutes past MY bedtime these days, so I stayed up past my bedtime to knit. It's wild times here at Chez Obsession.
1. We apparently ran smack into WB's 4 month growth spurt\sleep regression (at Rhinebeck, erg.) without having any earthly clue that such a thing existed or just how much it would suck. Not knowing what was going on, we obviously thought we had somehow 'broken' our previously 'easy' sleeper, and that we were consequently facing 5 years of sleep issues and night terrors. Of course, we may yet have those, but at least now we know that this, at least, is just a phase, and eventually (I hope) we will all get to sleep again one day. Preferably before he goes off to college. The solid bed time routine we've instituted has definitely helped, as has making sure one of us goes to him when he wakes up, obviously freaked out by.......whatever it is that freaks out a 4 month-old baby. It's basically my itchy brain theory. All that growth and re-wiring and crazy brain development has to occasionally make their brains itch - sort of like when you break a limb and they stick it in a cast and then you can't get to it and it itches and itches and itches and itches until you think you might go MAD? Yeah. Kinda like that. So. His brain itches, consequently there's not so much of the sleeping happening here at Chez Obsession. Wheee.
2. Speaking of sleep? The end of Daylight Savings TIme? Can kiss my ass.
3. Um hello? Why did no one ever tell me about this? Oh.My.God. And you call yourselves my friends.
4. Can we talk about how annoying it is to still look 5 months pregnant? I mean, sure, I'm fine, and I'm not beating myself up or anything because I know that it's burning off in the milk production, blah, blah, blah, blah, but seriously? I'm done BEING pregnant, and would like to stop LOOKING pregnant, thankyouverymuch.
5. Oh! And the working full time? Can kiss my ass, too.
6. See Number 5, and add - not.sleeping. Just sayin'.
7. I got it, I got it, I got it!!!! A Field Guide to Knitting is finally out! Hooray! I love this book. I would love it even if I didn't know Jackie and had nothing whatsoever to do with it. I do, however, know Jackie and let me just say that I believe she did an amazing job of distilling a ton of information into this fantastic, easy to use format AND got it all into a small, sturdy book that I can absolutely just toss into my knitting bag so that I always have a quick stitch reference. It's perfect. Honestly? The yarn usage guidelines ALONE are worth the price of admission for me. I think I may have to re-jigger the Sudoku throw to use this book. Someday.
8. What am I knitting right now? Ha. Haha. Hahahahahahahahaha.
9. I'm discovering that I utterly adore being a mom. Adore it even though it is kind of eating up my soul and is sometimes very, very hard and also kicks my ass on a regular basis. Oh man, and we haven't even hit the crazy toddler years yet. Sometimes I can't believe we got ourselves into this mess and yet I also can't believe we didn't do it earlier. I could start gushing here about how fantastic our son is and how much I love him and how cute he is and how he steals everyone's heart with his big lopsided grin, and so forth, but I think maybe I'll spare you that heaping helping of cheesy mommy goodness. Just ask me the next time I see you and I'm certain that I'll go on and on and on and on until you're sorry you asked.
10. Last year at about this time (OK, I'm two weeks behind, but I'm going to do this anyway) we were off celebrating this:
As we reminisced about it recently, Rick and I were hard-pressed to get our minds around how differently this year has gone - for so many of us - than we imagined when we were standing there watching these two wonderful people that we loved so dearly taking such a fantastic leap into a new life together. These guys decided that they couldn't live without that California sunshine, and theseguys decided that going home was what they really wanted, and she published a book and she learned to spin despite fairly vocal opposition to the idea, though this one is still holding out so we still have some work to do. With all of these changes, we're a bit more scattered now, but thanks to the power of friendship and the mighty interwebs, we're still as close as the next email. (Sort of. ONE of us, namely me, has been horrific about keeping in touch recently, but I have hope that I can get my shit together soon and stop being such an ass.) It's not the same, for sure. For one thing, the drinking games are less fun, but it's still good, and we - Rick and WB and I - couldn't have done this year without you guys. I guess maybe what I'm driving at with all of this crazy rambling is really CONGRATULATIONS. Here's to another interesting year filled with hope and joy and laughter.
Starting with all of you deserters moving your asses back to Boston. Pronto.
P.S. ALSO?!? We have a new member of Team Boston. Everyone go say hi to Caro at SplitYarn. Welcome to the neighborhood!