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Tuesday thought it was Monday.

Last night Gracie couldn’t get to sleep. She screamed like there were hot pokers in her diaper (there weren’t–I checked), a little ball of pure misery. Rocking her didn’t work, nursing didn’t help much. We were at wit’s end so I just put her in the middle of the bed, where she promptly fell asleep and slept until 5:00 in the morning, when she nursed briefly and then slept another two and a half hours. This morning she is bright and cheerful.

I do not understand babies.

Yesterday was a rotten day. I got NOTHING done from a very long (mostly freelance work) to-do list. I did accomplish two things: filled out the census and assembled furniture.

You might remember that several years ago I instated a lifetime ban on IKEA furniture. I can’t find the post in which I declared it but I didn’t look very hard. The only stuff we’ve broken the ban for is Sam’s bed (which Gramma bought) and some non-furniture stuff, which was not actually included in the ban (though I’m sure I said I was never setting foot there again, so you tell me if I’m backpedaling).

In the years since then, IKEA has done its damnedest to make me regret it, by introducing nicer things and generally tempting me. The final straw was a phone call from my mother, after I complained on Twitter about needing a cutting table (for sewing). She’d seen this table and wondered if I thought it would work for my needs. I said yes, it probably would, but I don’t have $200. She said she knew that, dummy, and was sending me a check. (Okay, fine. My mother did not call me dummy. But she might have thought it.)

Aesthetically, I hate it. It’s not my style at ALL. But functionally, I think it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It could only be better if the drawers were large enough to hold sewing patterns upright, and that is far from a deal-breaker.

My sister and I assembled it yesterday. The instructions clearly showed that if you make it alone, you will be sad, but if you make it with a friend, you will be happy. Oh, how I wish I had not thrown them away so I could take a picture to show you. It was adorable.

The instructions were the easiest to follow of just about anything I have ever bought at IKEA. It went together quickly and easily, and for something that I think is ugly it is really quite lovely. The thing that gets me, really, is the fact that neither of us was injured AND we are still speaking. I guess Tuesday felt that it owed me something. It really was, otherwise, a very difficult day.

Easter is this Sunday and I am totally unprepared. Candy is not a problem, as I will just buy that when I buy groceries on Friday. But I want to make some clothes for the kids and although I now have this cutting table with its beautiful storage drawers, nothing is sorted into the drawers yet. I was going to also complain that there is nowhere to set up my sewing machine, but I am dumb because obviously I can just put it on the table.

I am also thinking about food. We’re having company for dinner the night before and I am making Mediterranean food. I will probably make my favorite almond cake to go with it (I made it last year for Easter and my birthday), even though it is not exactly regional. For breakfast on Easter, I have it narrowed down to Sticky Buns or Hot Cross Buns. One is sticky and sweet, the other is traditional. Decisions, decisions.

Okay, brain dump over. FOR NOW.

Tally

So far this morning:

  • Lego vanships played with: 1
  • Lego Indiana Jones’s hat replaced: 3 times
  • Strawberries consumed: 6
  • Naps interrupted by blaster fire: 1
  • NOFX songs quoted: 2
  • Episodes of Rocky & Bullwinkle watched: ½
  • Items hand washed: 3
  • Items remaining to hand wash: 10
  • Breakfast quesadillas: 0, but it will be 1 very soon.

What’s on your list?

The Rock Band Problem

I’ve only played Rock Band once and I didn’t care for it, probably because I played drums and they’re about as counter-intuitive as these things come, especially if you’ve ever played real drums (not that I am any good at those either). We have Guitar Hero I and II and I like those well enough, as long as I play on Easy and am allowed to skip the songs that make my eardrums bleed (“Heart-Shaped Box” I am looking at you) and pretty much just play the one I like (yes, one, singular, and of course I mean “Tonight I’m Gonna Rock You Tonight”).

One of the things that appeals to me about Rock Band (besides having better songs, which is debatable anyway) is not having to listen to the rotten impressions of the singers (“Heart-Shaped Box” I am looking at you). Of course, you do have to listen to your friends instead. Ha!

So I’ve been thinking about possibly taking one of our friends up on the offer to play Beatles Rock Band (we have several offers, though they are all from back when the game was released so maybe everyone is over it by now) and doing vocals. But I’ve hit a snag: I swore never ever to do karaoke as long as I live. Does Rock Band count?

Pretend there is a poll here, and elaborate on your answer in the comments.

Cheap Date

Last night Will asked me what I want to do with the weekend. I said that I wanted to sleep in and/or nap, and take Sam out for ice cream.

Today I slept in (sort of, but I’ll take what I can get) and this afternoon me and my best guy walked to Baskin-Robbins. It was so good to have some one-on-one time with him. He’s definitely been feeling some jealousy because of all the attention I give to Grace, and I need him to know he’s still my pal.

He picked mint chocolate chip ice cream, which surprised me, but not as much as it surprised me that the two of us together couldn’t finish a junior scoop. Oh well, for $1.99 I can’t complain. We took the long way home and I bought him a bag of his favorite potato chips. Today is a real culinary win, eh?

Random

I ate something that disagreed with Grace. She was miserable for two days! I am not positive what the culprit was, but I suspect the boxed tomato soup. It had milk in it. I should have been suspicious of un-refrigerated soup containing milk.

I forgot to mention this past week’s Prudent Pantry column (I did mention it on Twitter and Facebook, so I apologize if you’ve seen it multiple times). The next one is on Sunday.

In three days my SISTER is coming to STAY! We don’t know for how long yet; she bought a one-way ticket, though! We haven’t lived together since I was 16 and she was 13 so THIS COULD BE INTERESTING. Just to make it more fun, I spent a great deal of today regaling her with tales of the body functions of small children and reminding her that she will get to help clean them up! I am awful.

I am about to send in another pattern proposal and I am a NERVOUS WRECK. I knew I wouldn’t be able to afford to purchase the yarn for the sample if it is accepted, so I emailed a yarn company and asked about yarn support. I was very clear that the pattern had not yet been picked up, but they said yes unconditionally! I so so so love the knitting community/industry.

I am feeling lately like I do not have enough patience with Sam and am not spending enough time with him. Also the house is a disaster and I have a million things I should be doing and just can’t (some of them I can’t even find–it’s bad). This week I have just been trying to forgive myself, and hoping it will be easier with K here.

It is time to make dinner and I have no idea what I am going to make. Um. Gotta run.

Leapfrog

I have a (free) pattern in the newest issue of Petite Purls!

Leapfrog

They’re called Leapfrog and are sized from newborn/preemie up to 10 years. I am really pleased with the way they came out and plan to knit two more pairs as soon as I get yarn–one for Sammy and one out of wool for Grace to use as a diaper cover.

Too Long To Tweet

Sam brought me his empty glass, then went to the fridge and got the juice. After I filled his glass, he put the carton away. I NEVER NEED TO GET UP OFF MY ARSE AGAIN.

I mean, unless I want juice for myself.

76 days later…

I finished knitting this on the day Grace was born, but ran out of yarn with 33 stitches remaining to bind off. Last week Georgia found an extra skein and sent me a few yards, so I redid the bind-off and blocked it this weekend.

damson-finished

The pattern is Damson by Ysolda Teague, from her Whimsical Little Knits 2 booklet. The actual knitting only took me a bit over a week, and that’s while nine months pregnant and over Christmas so I bet I could have done it faster. The yarn is Yarn Pirate “Haunted,” from the semi-solid Booty Club. I love the yarn, I love the pattern, and I am madly in love with the end result.

Of course, it is 80 degrees in Los Angeles so I have no reason to wear it. Unless I skip wearing a shirt and just wear this instead…

The New Pink?

I haven’t bought any clothing* for Grace, because we still have a lot of Sam’s stuff and she can wear that. We’ve been given a few girl things, though, and I’ve noticed a trend: purple. Most of the stuff we have is some shade of purple. I’ve been led to believe that little girls are inundated with All Pink, All the Time, so I’m curious: is this just a reflection of the people we know? Of specific clothing brands? Is it a coincidence or a trend? I’d be pretty into a purple trend, except that it’s a really good boy color and if it becomes known as a girl color it really will be the new pink and I want the boy/neutral options that are out there to STAY.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some purple yarn to knit her longies (wool pants to go over her diaper). I know, I know.

*I did get her a dress as part of a trade, and I bought her a Star Wars t-shirt.

I Am In So Much Trouble.

Yesterday evening I took some dirty diapers into the bathroom, leaving Grace on the couch. I moved her away from the edge before I went, saying, “It would just serve me right if you figured out how to roll over today.”

Um. Guess what she did.

Will yelled after me, “YOU JINXED US!” And apparently I did.

The crazy part is not that she rolled over at two months (though that is fairly impressive) but that she rolled back-to-front first. And it wasn’t just a fluke. She’s done it several times since, though she does get stuck on her own arm about half the time. Every time she makes it all the way over, she grins in an adorably self-satisfied way.