Because I am so very boring right now, I decided to look through a previous blog I kept, once upon a lifetime ago. Or so it seems. Apparently, around this time last year I had some issues with unwanted tenants. This house had been sporadically occupied for a few years before I moved in. Due to that the field mice that inhabit the woods around us decided that the nooks and crannies of the house would make a much better habitat. Most often the nookandcranny would be one of the drawers under the old stove. I ended up going D-Con on the little fiends and have had no problems since. These entries made me laugh. And so, I share.
This was from an entry titled: They taunt me.
Cheeky bugger darted from
cellar door to closet, where it promptly evaded all attemptsat trying
to flush it out with swiffer. Nor did it flinch when closet was probed
with curtain rod.
Dang dogs are no help. Running away and
looking at mommy wide-eyed from a safedistance in the kitchen after
she screams like a banshee is NOT what you're supposed tobe doing,
goobers. I'm not the scary one.
Greetings from the world of 'when will it ever end'?!? Little monkey is not so little anymore. Neither am I, not that I ever was in the first place. But now? My belly enters the room a good 2 seconds before I do. If I lean forward too far, I'll fall over. The only good thing about a belly this big is that the boys LOVE it. Proof.
Behold! The giant peach! Levi thinks it's his personal pillow. Every time he's next to me on the couch or in the bed, he insists that he rests his head on it. And Dude? He just loves it when I stretch out on the couch and let him lie at my feet. He likes that I'm not doing so much these days. Of course, the poor dog is exhausted because he's up with me all night. His eyes are red and droopy, and he takes every advantage of naptime. My nights are no longer my own. I can't sleep, can't get comfy, so I end up doing laundry and swiffering the floors. That was last night at least. We'll see what gets done tonight.
CrazyChickenLady was cleaning out part of the basement yesterday, and came across some of my baby pictures as well as some other assorted childhood memories. She felt that the pictures would come in handy to compare the little monkey to what I looked like as a child. Little monkey will be with us soon if all goes according to my master plan. Yes, I said master plan. Which means that she'll throw us all for a loop by arriving in her own time. I comfort myself with the knowledge that in the history of the world, nobody has ever been pregnant forever. So far.
Back to my point - I did have one.....in amongst the tidbits she found was this letter. I laughed so hard reading my words. Apparently I've always been a wee bit neurotic. And color blind, so it seems.
So. I've got a pink, white, green-blue and red shirt on. Navy blue socks. Shoes of unknown variety, but I seem to be missing pants. Go figure. I must have looked like some kind of Picasso/Pollock pantless wonder. Mind you, a pantless wonder with make bleive pirl buttens! But I made up for all of that by making the bed that dad sleped in and the one that I sleped in. This was way back in the days when I actually made my bed. If only that was one habit that I still maintained......
I just might frame this and hang it in the monkey's room. It tickles me that much.
Sitting at the lappie downloading/compiling some music for labor and after, and I feel eyes on me. Sleepy, lovey, watching eyes. I can hardly stand it.
In other news, we put the carseat in our main vehicle this morning. I turned into an amazingly tense control freak who had to do everything herself, and D turned into a complete utter bumbling buffoon. In my mind, at least. In truth, I was pretty much myself and D was good enough not to run screaming down the driveway. However, the carseat is in and secure. We'll schedule the safety inspection when the trooper returns my call. Ignore the fact that we put the base in bassackwards the first time and I was ready to take a hammer to the whole thing. Travel system, my rearend! All is well now, and I am listening to relaxing music. Practicing breathing. And dreading the next task, the putting together of the rest of the travel system, which apparently involves a behemoth on wheels. Thank goodness we're going to be wearing her lots of the time.
Oy. False labor every day. Every. Day. I am limited to 2-4 hours of activity at a time and then it's feet up time, counting contractions and kicks. When the contractions are 4 or more in an hour and the kicks are 5 or below, we call the doc and report. We've made several calls in the past week! At this point, I am hoping for the contractions to escalate! In fact, tomorrow I am going to start walking for a little while daily, giving my body the opportunity to proceed if it's time.
I've been doing some knitting....some sewing....but mostly I'm so incredibly boring. Life is happening at breakneck pace all around me, and I'm not used to sitting on the sidelines! In order to make a feeble attempt at pretending that I'm a productive member of society, I'll post a few of the recent things I've been working on.
This is my first patchwork quilt. Such a basic project, and such gratification! I love it. Maddy will be bundled up in it on the way home from the hospital.
Don't look at the uneven seams, the blocks that aren't lined up, and all of the other imperfections! If you'd like to see a perfect example, check this tutorial out. It's what I used as a template.
I'm just about done with the Heartbreakingly Cute Kimono from Mason Dixon Knitting - I'm using one of the yarns I've got in stock, Little Lehigh from Kraemer Yarns. I love the way it works up. Mason Dixon calls for Sugar-n-Cream; Little Lehigh is also cotton but much softer. The pattern boggled my peabrain at first - I could NOT conceptualize it via the explanation. I had to make a blind leap of faith, and of course the pattern came through. It's not easy for a control freak to do!
It's such a simple pattern, and the results are pretty instant. That is, if you're not knitting with swollen fingers and stiff hands due to being 9 months pregnant. Also if you're able to sit for more that 45 minutes without having to use the bathroom, only to stand up after peeing and feel like you've got to go again! Ay yi yi.
This is a hat I worked up a little while ago, and couldn't believe that it was so incredibly small. Looking at it now, I think she won't be able to wear it for a little while!
It's the first hemmed brim I've done, and I like it. I used a pattern from Ann Budd's book. I love the versatility of the patterns in this book - if you want a simple start from which to work, this is the place to go.
And......I think that's all the fun and exciting news we have. Oh - we're getting a new range. It's about time - the oven doesn't keep accurate temps despite repeated calibrations, and one of the burners is kaput. It's an oooold range, but we love it. So much that we paid a decent price to get another 40 inch range with 2 ovens. We should have it next Saturday.