Tutus and Mating Season




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Joining Ginny and Nicole.

As I sit here typing and drinking  a very strong cup of black tea (because mama needs her some caffeine STAT), I feel like I’m taking a deep breath for the first time today. The kids are napping. All of them. It took over a half hour to put them all down because they all had meltdowns as soon as we came home from our morning outing. Daylight savings has really thrown us for a loop, nap-wise and being gone all last week for my sister’s wedding didn’t help us much. It didn’t rain for the first time in ten days so I took the kids to a public park and let them run around for an hour. We met up with friends who have kids around the same ages as mine, which is nice, because I’m all about sneaking in some adult time when I can.  I tried knitting for a bit but Caleb was fussy and wanted to be held. I read knitting blogs written by these amazing moms who seem to find a chance to knit wherever they are, no matter how many babies they have, and I wonder, how do they do it? Even a mindless project, like a sock, doesn’t get more than a row or two added before I’m dropping it to fix a shoe, or help someone down from the climbing wall, or rip open a cereal bar wrapper.

I feel like I’ve been in a knitting rut this past month. I have been hesitant to start a “big” project (which means a project that isn’t a sock or a hat) because these dang babies take up so much of my time, and I don’t want to have a project that should only take a month to complete end up taking six months. However, I’m bored. Gabe’s socks are dragging on and on because I don’t feel much like knitting stockinette for ten inches straight. Perhaps if his feet were shorter and daintier? But who wants a husband with dainty feet? I digress. Anyway, I knit the poncho for Eddie which turned out beautifully, but I have yet to take photos of it. I will. I promise. Just give me time. I decided a shawl might be a nice middle ground, and so I ordered some Quince and Co Tern in a lovely lavender color for this Hollows Shawl by B. Mandarines. I follow her on Instagram but this will be my first time trying out one of her patterns. I’m quite excited.

My mother was running errands with Eddie a few weeks ago and they popped into Joanne’s for some fabric. While in the store they discovered  ready-made tutus for sale and my mother decided it was her duty to buy Eddie some. Two to be exact. Apparently Eddie put one on, and felt that the fluff factor was not enough, so she requested two of them. She has been wearing them non-stop over her clothing for days and let me tell you, she feels gorgeous in those tutus. I know this because every time she sees her reflection in a mirror, she stops, turns to view herself from all angles, and then proclaims “I’m gorgeous!” To have that level of confidence…I envy her.

The deer have been acting…funny…lately. We have five or six that roam our property but they are all female. A two point buck has been hanging around these past few weeks and he’s been sniffing around the older doe in a way that leads me to believe he’s quite taken with her. Last week it was pouring rain and instead of taking shelter under the apple trees like they normally do, all the females sat down in the open grass and just…stared at one another. They did this for hours. It was a little disconcerting, to be honest. Later that night, around one in the morning, they woke me up because they were chasing one another outside my bedroom window and one of them was making these weird screeching noises. It was terrible. I’m thinking this whole mating season has brought out some strange behaviors. I’ll be glad when it’s over.

fall is here











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.

milo vest



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.

Happy Wednesday.