I knit.
You know that from the bazillion pictures of bags/sweaters/dresses I knitted when waiting for Emma to come home, right? Well, now I am happy and excited to announce that you can knit with me! Anne's Yarn Shop in G.F. has asked me to teach a felting (fulling) class in March. For $15 plus the cost of supplies you can learn to make a striped handbag using Cascade 220 yarn and a bag pattern that I developed. The fee includes 2-2 hour sessions, March 14 and March 21, held from 12-2pm.
The best part of knitting and felting wool yarn is that once you know how a particular yarn shrinks you can go off-pattern and create your own originals. It is a technique well worth learning, resulting in a bag that is sure to bring many compliments (I know mine do). I do hope some of you local knitters will join us! Email me for more information.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Harrison is Four
We blink and it happens: our children change and grow and mature without us even realizing it is happening, until suddenly sitting before us is the school aged version of the baby we once knew. Our baby has grown, and where he once babbled and cooed there now sits a tall and lean little boy, independent in all of the ways that matter at his age, able to engage adults with his good manners, wit, and charm. When I look at him I see his inquisitive nature, his love of problem solving, his ability to nurture and care when the people he loves are hurt or sad. I see his love of a good story, his sense of adventure, his admiration of nature and the world around him. I see his glorious sense of humor and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Oh, yes, there are impish little boy parts, too, but when I look at the big picture of our son I see the strength of his character, the line sketch of the man he will one day be.
I see him and my heart smiles.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Leftover Holiday Photos
It seems I never posted any pictures at the holidays last year, because like most everyone else I know, Facebook nearly ate my blog. (stupid time stealing Facebook)
In no particular order, here are the photos we just took off the camera:
They LOVE their new tents. Harrison even decided to sleep in his for several nights, before realizing that the floor is not quite as comfy as his bed.
Bananas on the counter. Funny, I never let Harrison sit on the counter when he was little but I plunk Emma up there all of the time so I can get other things done. She is so happy to sit up there and watch whatever I am doing that it never occurs to her to wiggle, squirm, or reach for all of the things I keep up there so the kids won’t be able to reach them.
Emma basks in the late morning sunlight.
The much anticipated Green John Deere Tractor.
And the much anticipated Black Kitty Cat, aptly named Meow.
Christmas morning.
Aunt Brooke was awesome and hosted our Christmas festivities at her new pad this year. Emma and Harrison were as entertained by Coco the Chihuahua as they were by their new gifts.
Somewhere under there is our picnic table. We’ve had plentiful snow this year and the table is even more buried now than it was then.
Emma in the tub. with Hello Kitty and Whale.
Harrison did my hair, and his Cars toys watched.
First day of fevers…Harry looks pale. Poor little guy.
This last one is a ghost picture that came off our old camera. Please ignore the embarrassing mess on our counters and focus on the little fuzzy-chick headed girl and wee little boy standing by the mudroom gate. They were so small! I think this is not long after Emma arrived, so Harrison would have been nearing 2 1/2 and Emma almost 1. I miss those days, but we’ve come so far since then.
In no particular order, here are the photos we just took off the camera:
They LOVE their new tents. Harrison even decided to sleep in his for several nights, before realizing that the floor is not quite as comfy as his bed.
Bananas on the counter. Funny, I never let Harrison sit on the counter when he was little but I plunk Emma up there all of the time so I can get other things done. She is so happy to sit up there and watch whatever I am doing that it never occurs to her to wiggle, squirm, or reach for all of the things I keep up there so the kids won’t be able to reach them.
Emma basks in the late morning sunlight.
The much anticipated Green John Deere Tractor.
And the much anticipated Black Kitty Cat, aptly named Meow.
Christmas morning.
Aunt Brooke was awesome and hosted our Christmas festivities at her new pad this year. Emma and Harrison were as entertained by Coco the Chihuahua as they were by their new gifts.
Somewhere under there is our picnic table. We’ve had plentiful snow this year and the table is even more buried now than it was then.
Emma in the tub. with Hello Kitty and Whale.
Harrison did my hair, and his Cars toys watched.
First day of fevers…Harry looks pale. Poor little guy.
This last one is a ghost picture that came off our old camera. Please ignore the embarrassing mess on our counters and focus on the little fuzzy-chick headed girl and wee little boy standing by the mudroom gate. They were so small! I think this is not long after Emma arrived, so Harrison would have been nearing 2 1/2 and Emma almost 1. I miss those days, but we’ve come so far since then.
On the Mend
It’s been a rough couple of days. Emma had to go back to the doctor on Friday because she was wheezing so badly at night that I thought I was hearing a continuous old-man snore over the monitor. I probably let it go a day or two too long, but Friday’s visit to Dr. Breen set me straight. She has acute bronchiolitis (at first they thought she had pneumonia, but her blood oxygen count was fine, thank goodness) and has to do nebulizer treatments a few times a day for the next week, the same drugs that my grandmother with emphysema was on for ages. So that freaks me out a little bit. Emma takes her medicine like a champ, sitting quietly and taking good, deep breaths while she looks through a pile of books.
We’d been on a run of sleepless nights spent either trying to let Emma sleep draped over us or listening to her breathe on the monitor. Our days have been filled with a tired little girl who feels yucky and is suddenly very much a terrible two when she’s not well. Climbing to the top of our stairs left her spent and wheezing and she needed to be carried, a lot. I nearly sewed a new mei tai in an effort to relieve my aching arms!
The good news is the drugs seem to be working. She finally slept all night last night, then stood at the bottom of the stairs this morning calling loudly and cheerfully for her Daddy, asking for cereal and demanding that he get up and play with her. It did my heart good to lie in bed and listen to that clear voice of hers, absent of wheeze for the first time in a week. She didn’t mention me until well later, when she realized that Daddy might not be home. So our Emma is feeling better, it seems, and we’re all looking forward to getting out of the house today.
We’d been on a run of sleepless nights spent either trying to let Emma sleep draped over us or listening to her breathe on the monitor. Our days have been filled with a tired little girl who feels yucky and is suddenly very much a terrible two when she’s not well. Climbing to the top of our stairs left her spent and wheezing and she needed to be carried, a lot. I nearly sewed a new mei tai in an effort to relieve my aching arms!
The good news is the drugs seem to be working. She finally slept all night last night, then stood at the bottom of the stairs this morning calling loudly and cheerfully for her Daddy, asking for cereal and demanding that he get up and play with her. It did my heart good to lie in bed and listen to that clear voice of hers, absent of wheeze for the first time in a week. She didn’t mention me until well later, when she realized that Daddy might not be home. So our Emma is feeling better, it seems, and we’re all looking forward to getting out of the house today.
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