My father has been in town since Wednesday. We’re having a very nice visit.
I have a deadline in one week for a project that is nowhere near complete. I am a little stressed out about it. And by “a little stressed out,” I mean, “panicking.” Also “knitting as fast as I can.” It’s a great pattern that I’m really excited about and so thrilled to have published, but I still have to finish the sample and grade the pattern for different sizes. ACK.
Lou (that’s my dad) bought Sam a bike. A Skuut, to be precise. He loves it. He hasn’t quite gotten the hang of it yet but he’s scooting around just fine and he has figured out the idea of coasting, just hasn’t managed it fully yet. When we left the bike shop (Metropolis Bikes in North Hollywood, who I whole-heartedly recommend to any locals–they were terrific) Sam insisted on wearing his helmet. We headed straight to Ernie’s for lunch and I was sure he would wear the helmet in, which was simultaneously too funny for words and kind of worrisome/embarrassing, but he left it in the car.
Grace is 40 days old (41 today) so I can take her out of the house now. Whew!
She has outgrown her newborn size diapers (anyone need newborn fitteds and covers?), is starting to be deliberate in the way she moves her body (or try to, anyway), grabbing at things and soforth, and still delights us by grunting and squeaking constantly. She sleeps so well that we are considering moving her out of our bed, which breaks my heart but delights the parts of me that can’t sleep in the middle of the bed with no space and my arm crammed under the pillow and oh man a little more room would be nice.
I found out, somewhat by accident, that the Little Grey Rabbit books are out of print. I can get most of them from third-party sellers on Amazon, but the shipping really adds up. Boo.
The laundry is winning. There are clean clothes everywhere and I need to wash diapers. I really cannot adequately express how badly I long for my own machine. I really and truly do not find the laundry aspect of cloth diapers at all problematic, but I do find shared coin-op laundry in the basement problematic. And not just because of the revolting “cleaning” products my neighbors all seem to use.
Oops, almost time to drive Lou to the airport! Drat. More later, possibly including some of the nice photos he’s taken this week. (I have taken approximately three pictures.)
My, this was random.