I can’t say much about what I’m currently knitting…it’s a gift for a friend who occasionally reads this blog and I don’t want to ruin the surprise. Hopefully I will finish it by the end of the week. I’ll be sure to post photos after she has received it.
Yesterday I had my 20 week anatomy scan of the baby. This particular ultrasound is much more in depth than the previous ultrasounds. In addition to checking the heartbeat, they check for growth rate, major organs, brain development, and of course, the gender. For the first time, Gabe and I opted not to find out the sex of the baby. We decided that since we already have a boy and a girl that it really doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it’s healthy. Plus, it’s kind of fun not knowing. Anticipation can be quite sweet. However, I have to confess, I almost caved a few times and shouted out “Just tell me!” I’m glad I didn’t. It makes waiting for his, or her, arrival all the more exciting.
I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas. Happy New Year my friends.
I think I’ve been checking the weather every morning for the past month with the hope that snow might be in our forecast. It’s been predicted once or twice but nothing ever happened. Yesterday, it wasn’t supposed to snow at all, or even rain, and all of a sudden it was snowing. At first it didn’t stick but after a while a light coating of snow covered the entire farm and we bundled the kids up to play in the first snow of the year. It wasn’t much, and by the evening the snow turned to rain, but we appreciated it, nonetheless.
This was the first time Eddie had seen snow, and her reaction was truly priceless. She went from cautious, to bemused, to overjoyed and ended with a flat out temper tantrum when she realized how uncomfortably cold and wet she was. All of this occurred in a time frame of about fifteen minutes.
I learned something new yesterday. Apparently Sam knows what a snowball is, and he knows the purpose of a snowball is to throw it at the intended target while they’re not looking. Where did he learn that, I wonder? (Death stare in Gabe’s general direction.)
Isn’t that the sweetest locket? It was a Chanukah gift from a dear friend and I absolutely adore it. This particular friend has a true talent; she always picks the most thoughtful gifts that are just right. Don’t you envy that ability? The necklace has a nice patina on the locket, and the chain is a dark bronze, giving it a very vintage look. I don’t know if I will ever get around to printing, cutting and glueing photos in it, because, well, I know me, and I rarely get around to doing things like that, but I will wear it frequently, regardless of what is, or isn’t inside.
The artist is a local woman from Washington state, and you can find her Etsy store here.
It obviously isn’t our first Chanukah. We’ve been celebrating Chanukah as a family since before our first was born but in so many ways this year feels like our first real Chanukah. It’s the first time at least one of our kids (Sam) has figured out what’s going on and his utter joy and excitement each day when he realizes that tonight is indeed another night of family, prayers, food, dreidel and of course, presents is just making this Chanukah seem better than any Chanukah in the past. It’s different when your kids are still infants, and you’re shoving gifts and latkes (fried potato patties) in their face, and they are just staring blankly back at you wondering why you’re doing all this weird stuff and interrupting their normal bedtime routine. It’s like throwing a party but the guest of honor never shows up. Yes, of course, Chanukah is a religious holiday and while we always keep that in the forefront of our minds, celebrating the holiday with children just makes it so much better. Watching Sam devour his third latke at dinner, I said to Gabe, “This is why we had kids.”
The photos are of the first night. Most of our decorations are homemade and made from colored paper and items from the dollar bin at Michael’s. Sam insisted on wearing his dinosaur pajamas all day and because I was too busy preparing for the evening’s festivities, I allowed it. My parents came over and my mom helped me cook while Gabe and my dad entertained the kids and talked about manly things, I’m sure. Probably bees and hunting.
The kids were overjoyed with their gifts. Typically we give a “big” present on the first night and then each night the gifts become progressively smaller. I suppose you could say gifts given on the seventh and eighth nights are the equivlent to what Christians refer to as stocking stuffers. Not everyone does it this way, but it was how I was raised and so I decided to carry on the tradition with our kids. Eddie received a new pair of pajamas and a wooden Kuerig, complete with wooden coffee pods, mugs, and cream and sugar. She loves watching me make coffee every morning and has always been fascinated by the Keurig. I thought it would be a hit and I was right. She and Sam have been “making” me coffee for four days straight. Sam also received new pajamas as well as a 180 piece set of Goobis, which are basically little magnetic sticks with magnetic balls and plastic joints for making structures. He absolutely loves them. It was a perfect first night.