Joining Ginny and Nicole.
I finished a pair of socks for Eddie this week, and I plan on knitting her another pair with the leftover Cascade Heritage sock yarn that my mother gave me. It’s self striping and because the sock is being knit in a child’s size, the stripes are quite thick and bold, which I like. The yarn is very bouncy and soft, I think she will like them.
Caleb is growing so much, He turns 9 weeks tomorrow, and he’s already taken on the role of “Easiest Baby,” in our house. He only cries when he’s hungry or tired, his acid reflux has completely resolved itself, and he sleeps for a four-six hour block at night for three to four days out of the week. That might not sound that great to those who have babies who sleep eight hours a night by six weeks (I hate you) but that’s the best I’ve had with any of my kids. I don’t think Sam slept for more than an hour in a row until he was four months old and I had an emotional meltdown one morning and did Cry It Out with him the following evening. He cried for two hours but then started sleeping for 13 hours a night after that, only waking up once to feed. It was a miracle.
Our summer here in Washington has been almost nonexistent this year. Our temperatures are barely reaching 70 degrees most days and it drizzles frequently. My garden looks terrible. I find time to weed it about once a week, which is good, but my summer fruits and vegetables are not doing well. Somehow the chickens made it through the fence into my garden and ate my strawberries, radishes, ALL THE HERBS, and my lettuce. My eggplants haven’t grown an inch since I planted them and my tomato plants are scraggily looking from lack of sun. It’s depressing to look at but I just don’t have the time to give it the extra care it needs to thrive in this cool environment. I have decided that this year it’s survival of the fittest: if a plant manages to grow and produce this year, great, but if it can’t do it on its own without my help, it’s just going to have to die. It is what it is.
We have a mama deer who spends all her days with her twin fawns from last year and her twin fawns from this year eating our apples. I couldn’t photograph the fawns because they are so fast and a little more skittish than the mama but I love watching them. There is an apple tree right outside our bedroom window; I have the perfect view from my glider where I rock Caleb at night. I often sit there and rock him and watch all five deer pick apples off the tree and play chase. The two younger fawns nurse from their mother and she gives them just a minute or two of feeding before kicking them off her so she can eat. There’s a sense of camaraderie there, although she doesn’t know it. Two tired mothers, up in the middle of the night, feeding their babies. I think she likes nursing about as much as I do. Perhaps I should loan her my pump?
It’s funny how change can sneak up on you. I managed to plant some lettuce, herbs and a few quick growing veggies, like carrots and radishes before Caleb was born but for some reason it seemed like the seeds just weren’t doing much. Last year it was as if I had veggies popping up overnight. This year weeks have gone by without even a single green sprout, or so it seemed. A few days ago I went outside and discovered that I had sprouts everywhere. My radishes are almost ready to be picked. My strawberry planters are overflowing with strawberries. My hydrangeas are in full bloom. When did all this happen?!
Likewise with my babies. Caleb looks the same to me as he did three weeks ago but when I load my pictures onto the computer from my camera and look back at all the images, I can see how much he’s changing on almost a daily basis. Sam has lost all of his delicious toddler pudge (the chunky thighs…the dimples on his chubby hands) and its becoming painfully obvious that he’s no longer a baby or a toddler. He’s…sniff…a little boy. Eddie is well, still toddler…her clumsy gait and the sound of her disposable diaper rustling under her shorts when she walks is music to my ears, I must confess. Her thighs are practically edible, there’s so much meat on them, and she still has her own baby smell (or is that Desitin? Hard to say). I might put off potty training her this summer just so I can pretend she’s not getting any older.
Actually, scratch that. Our trash is 90% diapers, 10% Other. She needs to be potty trained.
Happy Tuesday, friends.
As Caleb is starting to have more moments of wakefulness as opposed to a constant cycle of eating, burping and sleeping, the kids are starting to show more interest in him. (Yes, I know the above photo is of Caleb sleeping but it’s hard to take awake photos of him right now because I’m usually holding him if he’s not sleeping). For the first few weeks I kept him squirreled away in our bedroom away from the hubbub but lately I’ve been placing him in his little portable bassinet and letting him observe the rest of the world while I cook, do laundry, etc.. While I don’t think the older kids would intentionally hurt the baby, I don’t quite trust them enough to not unintentionally hurt Caleb, so I never leave the three of them alone for longer than it takes to throw a load of laundry in the washer, stir something on the stove, take out the trash or anything of the like. Even then, there have been times where I’ve been in the next room and overheard the kids trying to include Caleb in their play and I’ve sprinted back into the room in a state of panic. Here are some of the heart attack-inducing statements that have come out of Sam and Eddie’s mouths:
“Want to try one, Caleb? They taste really good.”
“It’s okay, I’ll hold you.”
“Baby Caleb SMASH!”
And my personal favorite:
“Okay Caleb, now remember, keep your eye on the ball…”
While nerve wracking at times, I’m so glad the kids want to include Caleb in their games, even though they can’t include him yet.
I hope I can keep him alive until that time comes.