owls and inappropriate birthday cards












Joining Ginny and Nicole

Why, hello there. I’ve been a bit silent for the last week, my apologies. It was my birthday this past weekend (thirty-three…Sigh) and Gabe whisked me away to a lovely hotel for the weekend. In preparation for the trip, I was too busy getting myself and the kids ready (first time they were left overnight with a sitter and they did wonderfully) and once we were there I completely shut out the world. No, phone, no iPad, no internet. It was wonderful. Gabe and I returned home Sunday evening and I have spent what seems like the past three days getting caught up on the household chores, grocery shopping and sleep. I don’t know how it is I can have such a relaxing weekend only to return home exhausted. I blame the pregnancy.

We celebrated my birthday with the kids before we left, mostly because once Sam realized it was my birthday all he could talk about was cake. My mom picked up a cheesecake on the way home from dinner one night and brought it over. I look tired and you can see the bra strap from my super-supportive third trimester maternity bra, but other than that I think it’s a great photo of the me and the kids. Ha.

I took a photo of one of the gifts I received from my mother: an adult coloring book and colored pencils! I’ve colored about a quarter of a page since then but it was an enjoyable experience, short as it was. I’m excited to experiment with color combos and hopefully work those combinations into my knitting somehow. Gabe gave me the hilarious “Naked Hug Time” card and I couldn’t stop laughing…until I opened it and saw my children had signed it. “You had the kids sign this card?” I asked him. Gabe admitted that he saw the card and found it hilarious (it’s totally our sense of humor) but for some reason, when he got home, instinct took over and after he wrapped my gift, he had the kids “sign”the card out of habit. The inside of the card says “Naked hugs are the best,” and it’s oddly creepy and funny to see my kids’ names below the punch line. Oh, and instead of signing the card “Gabe,” he signed it “Daddy.” He knew it was a mistake the moment he did it, but by then it was too late to go out and get a new card. I’m glad he didn’t. I have it sitting on my desk and every time I look up and see it, I laugh. Plus, it will give our kids something to complain to their therapists about when their adults.

Oh, the leg of lamb. I should probably explain that. Doesn’t it look gorgeous? I’ve never cooked an entire leg before. I rubbed the marinade over it, and now I am supposed to let it sit for anywhere between four hours and overnight before cooking it slowly in the oven. I have to say, there is something very satisfying in cooking a lamb that was conceived on our farm, raised and butchered on my parents’ farm and then wrapped, frozen, and ultimately prepared by my mother and myself. This lamb led a happy, healthy life and I feel good about that. I believe strongly that animals are a food source that deserve respect in both life and death and I want my kids to understand that raising their own meat is both a blessing and a great responsibility. I’ll let you know how it tastes.

I’m working on the Milo vest. It’s a fast knit and Lord, it’s adorable. I opted to do the owl motif on the cable portion because, well, it’s owls. How could I resist owls?

Glad to be back, everyone. Now it’s time for me to check up on everyone else’s blogs and see what I’ve missed these past few days in the knitting world!

Happy Wednesday, my friends.


if an apple tree falls in the woods…





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Joining Ginny and Nicole

Okay, so technically the tree didn’t fall down in the woods. It fell down in our backyard. And oddly enough, we didn’t hear a thing; the wind was blowing so hard the house was shaking, and it had been raining for five days straight, which had softened the ground considerably. Early that afternoon, Gabe noticed the tree leaning a little to the side and said “Huh, I hope that doesn’t become a problem.” An hour later, we happened to walk by the same window and the tree was completely down. It must have been a slow and gradual fall for it to happen that quietly. Neither Gabe or I were all that surprised. The tree had to have been approaching 100 years old and it hadn’t been pruned or cared for in at least 60 years. It was covered in disease and hadn’t produced a single apple in two seasons. It’s more useful as firewood. It clears a nice spot in the yard for a play structure and allows more sun to hit the exact spot where we plan on planting a row of raspberries or blueberries. All in all, I’m glad it happened…although I must confess, I’m not the one who will spend an entire weekend cutting the tree into rounds, splitting it for firewood, chipping it for apple wood chips (for future use in our smoker!), or hauling the wood to the east side of the barn.

Poor Gabe.

I finished my first Wander Baby #3 knit. A little striped hat. Isn’t it precious? I used Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino and it…is…so…soft. I know it’s girly. If we end up having a boy I won’t make him wear it. I’ll just have to save it for the next baby! Tonight I’m knitting up a swatch for Milo, a sweater vest recommended by Tania. I happened to have the recommended yarn in my stash (Jo Sharp Silk Tweed) in a lovely celery green color. It will be my “boy” knit.

Baby is kicking and moving like there is no tomorrow. I know that will slowly subside as he/she runs out of room. I’m sort of looking forward to that point. Little One wakes me up with summersaults and karate punches to the ribs and I have to resist the urge to give my stomach a sharp finger poke back in retaliation. Only nine more weeks to go.

Looking forward to seeing everyone’s projects for this week’s Yarn Along. Happy Wednesday everyone!


stripes and a new deck






Joining Ginny and Nicole.

A few weeks ago quite a few of you recommended some lovely gender neutral baby knits. I added them to my queue but I haven’t chosen one yet. I did rifle through my stash yesterday and pull out some leftover baby yarn. A skein here, three quarters of a skein there. I decided that while I am still planning on knitting a gender neutral sweater, I do want to knit a few small girl items and small boy items; items that won’t take up too much time so that I won’t feel as though I’m wasting my time knitting something that won’t be worn, at least for this baby. I cast on for the Get Knotted Stripey Hat from the third book in the Sublime baby knit collection. The pattern is written so that the hat is knit flat and then sewn up the back but I detest seams so I am knitting it in the round. I am enjoying knitting something so delicate, small and just delightfully feminine. I am a girly girl. I like pink. So sue me. The yarn is Debbie Bliss baby cashmerino and it…is…heavenly. 

Isn’t the look on Sam’s face priceless? He had just woken up from his nap and discovered the newly installed deck on his playhouse. The playhouse (an old woodshed that Gabe converted into a playhouse this past fall) is located in a shady area underneath some old overgrown apple trees. During the summer they provide much needed shade but during the spring this prevents the ground from drying out and it creates a mossy, soft, muddy mess. The poor kids kept slipping in mud every time they tried to run in and out of the house. A few weeks ago, Gabe was mentioning this to a carpenter that we had hired to fix some things around the house and he looked at Gabe and said “I can throw one together real quick with just the leftover materials you have in the barn…if you want.”

We wanted.

Three weeks later, Sam and Eddie have their deck. We are looking for two small chairs that the kids can sit in while relaxing on their very own porch. We need to reseed around the deck so hopefully one of us gets around to doing that soon. After it warms up, I plan on adding a potted plant or two. I think they’ll love it.

Happy Wednesday, friends.