Joining Ginny and Nicole.
The last time I posted about homeschooling a few of you commented on the way Sam was holding his pen. He was fisting his pen and I couldn’t figure out a way to teach him to hold it correctly. Thanks to your suggestions, I was able to find a resource online that helped me show him the correct way to hold a pen and it has made a world of a difference. We don’t really focus on writing letters and numbers as he’s only four, but I do want him to have proper techniques established before we decide to move into the writing stage. Thank you! (I tried to take a photograph of him properly holding his crayon but he wouldn’t let me. Perhaps next time.)
I don’t know why I wait till fall is in full effect before panicking and realizing that I don’t have nearly enough knitted items to clothe my family. It happens every year. I know it’s coming. Why I wait till late September, early October, I have no idea. Eddie was in desperate need of a poncho so I am knitting her this pullover in Madeline Tosh Chunky in Antique Lace. It smells divine (like all good yarn does) and is as soft as can be. I want to live in it. (Fun fact: The designer lives in the same town as me and I love every single one of her designs. Every. Single. One.) I’ve finished the sleeves and now all I have to do is knit until I’m happy with the length and bind off. The pattern calls for a front pocket which I love, but Eddie doesn’t want one. I may do it anyway. I’m plugging away on a pair of socks for Gabe but Caleb doesn’t allow for much knitting these days. He is teething and wants to be held all the time. I should be more annoyed by this but he lets me gnaw on his fat cheeks all day and he sleeps through the night so I think I’ll overlook his fussiness for now.
I put my garden to bed and I am enjoying the break from the work. Not that I did much this year but still. It’s nice to not have to worry about it. The leaves on my snowball bushes are bright red and my hydrangea flowers are all turning colors before they slowly die and the plants go dormant till next spring. I love fall. Happy knitting, friends.
Joining Ginny and Nicole.
I promised photos of Caleb modeling his Milo vest and here it is! Five months after completion…pattern can be found here. Yarn is Jo Sharp Silkroad DK Tweed.
My weekend away was exactly what I needed following these last few months of stress. Adding a third child to the mix has certainly thrown me for a loop and I feel like the last four and a half months have just been one long stretch of falling behind, barely catching up, and falling behind once more. Lots to share over the next few days but in the meantime, enjoy the photos of a squishy baby in a squishy vest.
This post is going to have a lot of complaining in it. There isn’t any other way to say it. I haven’t written much because I feel as though all I have as of late are a series of complaints, but then again this blog wasn’t designed to share just the pretty in my life. It’s for the ugly as well.
Our trip to Dallas was a whirlwind, and we had a great time. But we were tired. The kids were tired. Gabe and I were tired. We needed a vacation after our vacation. But life resumes as usual and just as I was starting to feel like I was catching up and things were going back to normal, the plague hit.
Eddie came down with it first. Then Sam, and yesterday Gabe and Caleb finally caught the bug. So far, I am the only heathy one in the house. It starts with a runny nose and fever and seems to progress into a cough and to put it delicately…stomach issues.
This is also the week where I am trying to prepare the house for my absence. I am attending my sister’s wedding shower six hours away in Western Washington and I will be gone all weekend. This is the first time I’ve ever been away from my husband and kids…ever. So naturally, there is a lot of prep work to be done: cleaning, laundry, meal preparation, etc.. In other words, this was not the time to be dealing with three sick children. And to top it off, God only knows why, but I agreed to host the preschool co-op here on Friday, which has doubled in size.
I’m tired. I’m overwhelmed. I just want to sleep. Our neighbor dropped off ten pounds of pears on our back porch yesterday. She didn’t want them and said they would just rot at the base of the tree unless we took them. Despite knowing that I wouldn’t have time to do anything with them, I couldn’t bear to let them go to waste. This evening I started to peel the pears and wash the jars, because even though I knew I couldn’t possibly fit anything more on my plate right now, I decided I was going to spend the remainder of my night canning. Gabe walked into the kitchen and found me peeling pears, near tears with a sick, wailing two year old at my feet. “Just stop,” he said. “If we’ve allowed thousands of pounds of apples to rot on our property we can afford to let someone else’s pears go to waste. You don’t have time for this. You don’t need to do this.” He was right. I need to let go. I can’t do it all. Now they sit on our back porch in the rain. Gabe will take some to work with him. The kids will eat some, and I will make some pear sauce for the co-op on Friday, Whatever we don’t eat will be thrown in the compost. I should be okay with it, but I’m not. Then again, I don’t have any other choice.
My knitting hasn’t progressed much. I have been designing a sock pattern in my head but the farthest I’ve gone is making some notes on a piece of paper and knitting half a swatch. I’m still working on a pair of self striping socks for Gabe, and the ease of it is oddly comforting right now. Mindless. It’s what I need.