Punkin' Patch

Punkin' Patch

Gabe and I were very excited to take Sam to the pumpkin patch this past weekend. We have discovered that one of the best things about having kids is having an excuse to participate in activities that you’ve secretly always enjoyed but couldn’t do before because we were childless and it would have been weird . Pumpkin Patches fall into this category. So do petting zoos. Oh, and public pools. Kinda weird for two grown adults to want to hang out at any of these places. Throw a kid into the mix and Ta-Da! Instant acceptance. 
So, anyways, we had a great time…and I think Sam did as well. The place was pretty crowded so we decided to skip the hay rides and corn mazes, etc. Sam was too young to really enjoy those activities anyway; he was more than content to sit on the tractor with Gabe and “push” the wheelbarrow full of pumpkins. He tried so hard to push the wheelbarrow just like Daddy. It was adorable. 
We bought a white pumpkin this year. I have always wanted a white pumpkin. They are so creepy. I love them.
My camera died twenty minutes after we arrived (apparently that’s what happens when you don’t charge it for three weeks, go figure) so I had to make due with my iPhone, which turned out okay. We ended up leaving shortly after that because my morning sickness kicked in and I didn’t want to embarrass myself by vomiting all over the pumpkins in front of hundreds of small children. 
My morning sickness is brutal this time around. With Sam, I probably had one bad week, and that was it. With this baby, I’m taking anti-naseua meds and eating bread around the clock. Ugh. Maybe that means it’s a girl. Or twins. Or triplets. Whatever he or she or they may be, I am so looking forward to the first trimester ending. Then the nausea subsides. And the stretchy pants come out. Yes.
A Little Spooky And A Little Country

A Little Spooky And A Little Country

I have been too busy and too tired to blog the past few four or five days. Gabe and I have been running around like crazy, attending home building/remodeling shows, making plans for the holiday season (Halloween! Thanksgiving! Chanukah!), and trying to spend as much time together as a family as we possibly can before Gabe heads back to work.

I’ve missed blogging. It’s becoming one of my favorite hobbies. Because that’s what I need. More hobbies. (I really don’t need anymore hobbies.)

Part of my exhaustion is due largely to the fact that I am almost five weeks pregnant with our second child. We could not be more excited. We can’t decide if we want a boy or a girl (as if our opinions on the topic really matter at this point.) It would be so perfect to have two little boys so close in age. Plus, we already have all the boy clothes and accessories lying around here or stored in the garage.Then again, I would love a sweet little girl to dress in pink ruffles and bows.

There is no pink in our house. None at all. It’s heartbreaking.

Anyway, with my busy schedule and lack of energy, I haven’t done much of anything around the house except create a new Halloween wreath for our front door. I bought some coordinating polkadot fabric at Joanne’s and made some rosettes. Then I wrapped a black ribbon with a spider web print all around it, and finished it off with some fake spiders and some cobwebs. It’s not the best wreath I’ve ever made, but I like it. The look is somewhat spooky and somewhat country. Ideally I would have made a giant spider as a focal point, but like I said, I’m tired.

I think that’s going to be my new excuse for the next none months. “I’m tired.” Nobody challenges a tired pregnant woman. At least not in this house.

Ravelry Photo Updates and The Evils Of Photoshop

Ravelry Photo Updates and The Evils Of Photoshop

I had planned on finishing my Ravelry photo updates this weekend but my husband’s birthday celebrations lasted Friday night (Mariner’s game in Seattle) through Sunday morning (holing up in a nearby resort playing cards, indulging in rich food and sleeping in till 10:00 am). I was only able to photograph two items; my moss stitch cowl neck and a pair of silk and cashmere blend gloves. 
Side note: I will never knit another pair of gloves as long as I live. Apparently one is expected to knit all ten fingers. One at a time. It took forever. I’m sticking to fingerless mitts from now on.
After we picked the baby up from my parents house (part of their birthday gift to Gabe; they kept the baby overnight), we headed home. Sam took a late nap while Gabe unpacked and I ran errands. I decided I would try my hand at photoshopping again, and as you can see from the last photo, I didn’t do too badly. The editing would have taken anyone familiar with photo editing 15 minutes or less, but this took me over two hours and I burned my Paleo breakfast muffins because I was so focused on Spot Remover that I didn’t hear my timer ring. 
I was so disappointed. They were going to be so good! I chopped up different veggies, and even added some fresh spinach and a diced jalapeño for a little kick. Now they have the texture of a rubber bouncy ball. 
Photoshop ruined my breakfast. Enough is enough. As soon as we move to the farmhouse after the renovations are complete I want to enroll in a photoshop class at the community college. And then I can edit out all of my own imperfections from our millions of photographs.
Especially the ones where I’m still holding onto an extra ten pounds of baby weight. Yikes.

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