Sunday night/early Monday morning, in the home of the Catholic Librarian:
*Tiffany and Mike blissfully sleeping*
Suddenly...
*cough. cough. coughcoughcough. COUGHCOUGHCOUGH*
Anne has seasonal allergies, and spring is her roughest season. Obviously, I'm sympathetic. It just takes me longer to be enthusiastic about aforementioned sympathies at 2 am. Just like when I had newborns, I wait it out for several minutes, hoping that a miracle will come down from the sky and the child will fall back to sleep on their own. And how many times has THAT ever worked?
*COUGHCOUGHCOUGH*
*long suffering sigh*
I drag myself out of bed and down the stairs. I sleepily fetch Anne's allergy medication, and carefully measure it out. I then drag self back up stairs and into her room. I give her the medicine, some water, an extra pillow to prop her head up more, and tuck her back in.
*jump back into bed*
*sigh of contentment*
*cough. cough. coughcoughcough. COUGHCOUGHCOUGH*
This goes on for what feels like hours while I wait for the medicine to kick in, but in actuality is only 10 minutes. I finally give up on sleep and head back to Anne's room.
"Anne honey, do you want to try and sleep on Mommy's chest so that you'll be propped up?"
Why yes, yes she would.
I lean up against the wall while Anne gets comfortable in my lap. Despite the fact that only 5 seconds have elapsed, my neck is already developing a crink.
"Anne. Are you settled yet?"
"Almost."
*jabs knees into my kidney*
"That's better."
Oh good. At least she's comfortable.
😱
She's not coughing anymore, but she's also not staying STILL.
"Anne."
*removes elbow from ribs*
"Aren't you comfortable yet?"
"Well." *pounds head into sternum* "I'm rather hot, actually."
Oh are you really, actually?
"How about Mommy sleeps on your floor instead? You can stay up here in the bed."
Oh, she likes that idea.
Even though she isn't propped up, this seems to soothe her. I don't want to go back into our bedroom and risk waking Mike, so I adopt Oreo the penguin as my "pillow" and Anne's comforter as my blanket. The crink in my neck has now moved all the way down my back.
*cough. cough. coughcoughcough. COUGHCOUGHCOUGH*
Within about 15 minutes, Anne falls asleep. Guess who is still awake? But come 6:30 am...
"MOMMY!" *head peeks down!* " IT'S MORNIN' TIME!"
She's all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to start her day. I guess that's the 35 year age difference at play.
😴
And another thing that happens as you get older: I won't fully recover from this bad night for about another, oh, week and half. :0 How was YOUR weekend, dear reader?
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Thursday, September 13, 2012
You'll be relieved to know...
...that I'm eons less cranky today than I was yesterday. The reason being that I got more than 4 hours of sleep last night. And boy did I need it.
When I left work yesterday (early, I just couldn't take it anymore; I was resorting to glaring poison darts any colleague who prolonged the painful meeting I was at), my head was throbbing and I could barely keep my eyes open. Plus, it was HOT in my car, and you know how I feel about THAT. I wasn't exactly Happy Tiffany at this time yesterday. So it's pleasing that things are different today.
After our disastrous night with Anne the other day, I risked amputation of my index finger to reach into her mouth and assess if any new choppers had come through the gum. On the upper left side, I felt a brand new molar.
*angels sing*
So hopefully we'll get a reprieve for a bit. We really need it.
I was feeling sorry for myself last night, and so curled up on the couch with Mike to watch Best in Show (love that movie) and knit. I'm working on a hat and mittens for myself, and this particular set uses a knitting technique that was previously unfamiliar to me: entrelac.
Entrelac means that you knit rectangles on the bias in such a way that they appear to be woven. It's very pretty, although I think we can all agree that there are many, MANY entrelac patterns out there in which the finished items look bulky and odd. Just do a search on Ravelry and you'll see what I'm talking about. *shudder*
But anyway, my hat and mittens. The hat is coming along nicely, and I'm now decreasing for the crown.The hat is designed to be slouchy, and I'm just hoping that when I'm done the result will be "cute!" and not "her head looks like a giant mushroom!" See bulky concern, supra. Here is the picture from the pattern:
I have the pink colorway, called the "creamsicle" colorway, which pretty much sealed the deal on me purchasing the kit. Who wouldn't love a creamsicle hat and mittens?!
Hopefully it will come out well. The other thing I'm working on is a pair of candy corn slipper socks. My favorite Halloween candy of all time.
Tonight I'm meeting some friends for dinner at a local Mediterranean restaurant and my dance teacher is performing there. Wine, hummus, good friends, and belly dancing, what could be better? Life is good.
When I left work yesterday (early, I just couldn't take it anymore; I was resorting to glaring poison darts any colleague who prolonged the painful meeting I was at), my head was throbbing and I could barely keep my eyes open. Plus, it was HOT in my car, and you know how I feel about THAT. I wasn't exactly Happy Tiffany at this time yesterday. So it's pleasing that things are different today.
After our disastrous night with Anne the other day, I risked amputation of my index finger to reach into her mouth and assess if any new choppers had come through the gum. On the upper left side, I felt a brand new molar.
*angels sing*
So hopefully we'll get a reprieve for a bit. We really need it.
I was feeling sorry for myself last night, and so curled up on the couch with Mike to watch Best in Show (love that movie) and knit. I'm working on a hat and mittens for myself, and this particular set uses a knitting technique that was previously unfamiliar to me: entrelac.
Entrelac means that you knit rectangles on the bias in such a way that they appear to be woven. It's very pretty, although I think we can all agree that there are many, MANY entrelac patterns out there in which the finished items look bulky and odd. Just do a search on Ravelry and you'll see what I'm talking about. *shudder*
But anyway, my hat and mittens. The hat is coming along nicely, and I'm now decreasing for the crown.The hat is designed to be slouchy, and I'm just hoping that when I'm done the result will be "cute!" and not "her head looks like a giant mushroom!" See bulky concern, supra. Here is the picture from the pattern:
Hopefully it will come out well. The other thing I'm working on is a pair of candy corn slipper socks. My favorite Halloween candy of all time.
Tonight I'm meeting some friends for dinner at a local Mediterranean restaurant and my dance teacher is performing there. Wine, hummus, good friends, and belly dancing, what could be better? Life is good.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
A HOT Labor Day, followed by Henry's first day of second grade...
I'm recovering (snort!) from a lovely, but at the same time, challenging Labor Day weekend. Where to begin...
Well, I'll start with the weather. I'll be frank. The weather is starting to really tee me off. It's Labor Day. It's supposed to be COLD. Chilly, I could live with. A slight bite to the air, I would also welcome. I DO NOT WELCOME 90 DEGREE HEAT. I'm sorry, but that is wrong. It doesn't get up to 90 degrees in this area very often (3 times per year on average) in mid-July let alone September! Yesterday was the hottest Labor Day that we've had in 102 years.
!
I am not a happy camper. And then, in the midst of all this, our drought continues. We have had some rain, but very little, and we're still WAY below average for rainfall. This all means that my seasonal allergies, which are never a walk in the park, were so bad this weekend that I broke down and bought some OTC allergy medication. This may not sound all that revolutionary, but I tell you, for me to actually take allergy medicine is no small feat. I stick it out like a True Allergy Martyr. I don't know why; I'm not expecting to be canonized for navigating my ragweed allergy sans Claritin any time soon. But I'm just so resistant to it if I feel that I can just stick it out. Because some days will be fine. I'll have a not-so-great day, and then it'll go back to being fine again.
But this weekend. I was ready to SAW MY OWN NOSE OFF to stop the agony. There was non-stop itching. There was sneezing. SO MUCH SNEEZING. I'd have to brace myself, because no sir, I wasn't going to sneeze just once. If I feel a sneeze coming, this means that at least a half dozen other sneezes are waiting in the wings (and sneezes, after you've birthed a baby? Well. I'm just going to leave you with the word "leakage" and let you figure out the rest from there. At any rate, it's not very dignified). There was stuffiness and subsequent nose blowing (aren't you so glad that you are reading this?!) that led to my nose being raw by the end of the day Saturday. There was eye watering. There was a general malaise.
And there was lack of sleep. Yes, Anne is back to night waking again. And each time, she is a drooling, fist biting menace in clear distress. She's teething, and she's taking it out on the rest of us.
"Anne! NO BITING!" is a refrain often heard in our home these days. Because she bites HARD. It *hurts*. She bit me on the neck the other day, and it just took my breath away. It leaves a red welt, and then leaves a bruise. She's just not herself these days.
And we're tired. We're all so tired. It's like having a small infant again. She wakes every night, and then stays awake for an hour or two. I had a really hard time getting out of bed for work this morning.
But it was Henry's first day of school, and I was anxious to see him off, since I knew he was nervous about it. He comes out in his little school uniform, and I tell you, he looked *adorable*. He adjusted to having to go back, and was in good spirits this morning. He was looking forward to finding out what days he'll have his "specials" on (gym, art, music, computers). Little cutie.
And this weekend, I even took both children with me to Mass, ALL BY MYSELF. *waits for medal that is so rightly deserved* Anne did pretty well. She fussed a bit during the consecration, so I paced with her off to the side, and we didn't have to actually leave the sanctuary. She was happy to be out of the pew and have some things to look at and touch. When Henry was a toddler, I was attending a parish that had "divided pews," if that makes sense. Each long pew had a divider in the middle, and it was great. I'd position myself at the end opening, and then he could walk between me and the divider, with no chance of escaping. Our current parish is not like this, so Anne has to be in my arms the whole time. Not so fun, but she did well. She's so friendly; she tried to go off with the random woman sitting behind us during the sign of peace. Overall though, it was a success, and if she's awake during the Mass I go to now, I'll take her with me too.
That was my weekend. I'm feeling a bit diminished, but I'm hanging in there.
Well, I'll start with the weather. I'll be frank. The weather is starting to really tee me off. It's Labor Day. It's supposed to be COLD. Chilly, I could live with. A slight bite to the air, I would also welcome. I DO NOT WELCOME 90 DEGREE HEAT. I'm sorry, but that is wrong. It doesn't get up to 90 degrees in this area very often (3 times per year on average) in mid-July let alone September! Yesterday was the hottest Labor Day that we've had in 102 years.
!
I am not a happy camper. And then, in the midst of all this, our drought continues. We have had some rain, but very little, and we're still WAY below average for rainfall. This all means that my seasonal allergies, which are never a walk in the park, were so bad this weekend that I broke down and bought some OTC allergy medication. This may not sound all that revolutionary, but I tell you, for me to actually take allergy medicine is no small feat. I stick it out like a True Allergy Martyr. I don't know why; I'm not expecting to be canonized for navigating my ragweed allergy sans Claritin any time soon. But I'm just so resistant to it if I feel that I can just stick it out. Because some days will be fine. I'll have a not-so-great day, and then it'll go back to being fine again.
But this weekend. I was ready to SAW MY OWN NOSE OFF to stop the agony. There was non-stop itching. There was sneezing. SO MUCH SNEEZING. I'd have to brace myself, because no sir, I wasn't going to sneeze just once. If I feel a sneeze coming, this means that at least a half dozen other sneezes are waiting in the wings (and sneezes, after you've birthed a baby? Well. I'm just going to leave you with the word "leakage" and let you figure out the rest from there. At any rate, it's not very dignified). There was stuffiness and subsequent nose blowing (aren't you so glad that you are reading this?!) that led to my nose being raw by the end of the day Saturday. There was eye watering. There was a general malaise.
And there was lack of sleep. Yes, Anne is back to night waking again. And each time, she is a drooling, fist biting menace in clear distress. She's teething, and she's taking it out on the rest of us.
"Anne! NO BITING!" is a refrain often heard in our home these days. Because she bites HARD. It *hurts*. She bit me on the neck the other day, and it just took my breath away. It leaves a red welt, and then leaves a bruise. She's just not herself these days.
And we're tired. We're all so tired. It's like having a small infant again. She wakes every night, and then stays awake for an hour or two. I had a really hard time getting out of bed for work this morning.
But it was Henry's first day of school, and I was anxious to see him off, since I knew he was nervous about it. He comes out in his little school uniform, and I tell you, he looked *adorable*. He adjusted to having to go back, and was in good spirits this morning. He was looking forward to finding out what days he'll have his "specials" on (gym, art, music, computers). Little cutie.
And this weekend, I even took both children with me to Mass, ALL BY MYSELF. *waits for medal that is so rightly deserved* Anne did pretty well. She fussed a bit during the consecration, so I paced with her off to the side, and we didn't have to actually leave the sanctuary. She was happy to be out of the pew and have some things to look at and touch. When Henry was a toddler, I was attending a parish that had "divided pews," if that makes sense. Each long pew had a divider in the middle, and it was great. I'd position myself at the end opening, and then he could walk between me and the divider, with no chance of escaping. Our current parish is not like this, so Anne has to be in my arms the whole time. Not so fun, but she did well. She's so friendly; she tried to go off with the random woman sitting behind us during the sign of peace. Overall though, it was a success, and if she's awake during the Mass I go to now, I'll take her with me too.
That was my weekend. I'm feeling a bit diminished, but I'm hanging in there.
Friday, August 31, 2012
An Anne update, and looking forward to a long weekend
What was going on in my house at 3 am this morning?
I have absolutely no idea, because I WAS SLEEPING.
Oh, sweet, sweet bliss. Anne slept last night, and for that, I am so grateful. Unfortunately, this means that we'll be sticking with the one nap thing at least for the short term to see if it continues working, and well... You can't get a lot done around the house with an awake 15 month old running around. Especially one who knows how to scale furniture as efficiently as Anne does. But we had a good night, and I'm glad for that.
Let's see, what else... my allergies are in full force, sigh. They'll get better in September, but I'm a very stuffy camper for the time being.
And speaking of September, tomorrow is September 1st, and thus begins my absolute favorite 4 months of the whole year. It's a humbling thing the older one gets to realize just how quickly a single year passes. When I was a kid, a year seemed like an eternity. Those days are over, my friends. So many things seem "just like yesterday!" and let me tell you, when you realize that aforementioned event was actually 10-15 years ago, holy smokes do I feel old!
BUT, I'm not old, and my life is certainly much more enjoyable than it was 20 years ago. My glass is always half full, you see. And so, the bottom line is that I want to cherish each day of each fall for the rest of my life. I hope to have many years left on this earth, but one never knows when your time is up. I want to appreciate each fall and holiday season to its fullest. And tomorrow is the big opening day of my fall 2012. Excited.
On another note, I have dance tonight, and naturally, I'm still obsessing over which costume to get. Why take a day to decide when I can take 2 weeks?! I had it narrowed down to a handful of bra and skirt sets when I was hit by inspiration for a bra and belt set. With a belt, you can switch out your skirt and and make the costume look completely different. It's certainly more economical than a bra and skirt set (though I love those) and plus I already have 2 bra and skirt sets. You can get a couple trumpet skirts like these and enhance your costume wardrobe for a lot less money. I'm kind of excited. This would be something much different than what I already have. I'm still officially in decision-mode, but I do think I have a winner. I'll marinate on it for another week or so until we place the order. Glad I'll be seeing those ladies tonight, we always have a lot of fun on Friday nights.
I'll be back on Tuesday; happy Labor Day everyone!
I have absolutely no idea, because I WAS SLEEPING.
Oh, sweet, sweet bliss. Anne slept last night, and for that, I am so grateful. Unfortunately, this means that we'll be sticking with the one nap thing at least for the short term to see if it continues working, and well... You can't get a lot done around the house with an awake 15 month old running around. Especially one who knows how to scale furniture as efficiently as Anne does. But we had a good night, and I'm glad for that.
Let's see, what else... my allergies are in full force, sigh. They'll get better in September, but I'm a very stuffy camper for the time being.
And speaking of September, tomorrow is September 1st, and thus begins my absolute favorite 4 months of the whole year. It's a humbling thing the older one gets to realize just how quickly a single year passes. When I was a kid, a year seemed like an eternity. Those days are over, my friends. So many things seem "just like yesterday!" and let me tell you, when you realize that aforementioned event was actually 10-15 years ago, holy smokes do I feel old!
BUT, I'm not old, and my life is certainly much more enjoyable than it was 20 years ago. My glass is always half full, you see. And so, the bottom line is that I want to cherish each day of each fall for the rest of my life. I hope to have many years left on this earth, but one never knows when your time is up. I want to appreciate each fall and holiday season to its fullest. And tomorrow is the big opening day of my fall 2012. Excited.
On another note, I have dance tonight, and naturally, I'm still obsessing over which costume to get. Why take a day to decide when I can take 2 weeks?! I had it narrowed down to a handful of bra and skirt sets when I was hit by inspiration for a bra and belt set. With a belt, you can switch out your skirt and and make the costume look completely different. It's certainly more economical than a bra and skirt set (though I love those) and plus I already have 2 bra and skirt sets. You can get a couple trumpet skirts like these and enhance your costume wardrobe for a lot less money. I'm kind of excited. This would be something much different than what I already have. I'm still officially in decision-mode, but I do think I have a winner. I'll marinate on it for another week or so until we place the order. Glad I'll be seeing those ladies tonight, we always have a lot of fun on Friday nights.
I'll be back on Tuesday; happy Labor Day everyone!
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Roller coasters and autumn activities
Another non-blogging day for me yesterday, sorry. :) Mike and I took Henry to a local amusement park, which we had promised to do before school starts in a few weeks. Mike starts teaching again next week, so now was the time. It was great in that the weather was cooler and the park was less crowded. The only bad thing was that August heralds the beginning of my allergy season, and I was MISERABLE yesterday. I must have sneezed at least 100 times, plus my eyes were watery and itchy and I felt stuffy and pathetic. Sounds like I was a lot of fun to be around, huh?
But I fared ok. Truth be told, I don't enjoy amusement park rides the way I used to when I was younger. Has this happened to anybody else? I used to love every and all roller coasters. As an adult, I'm so much more fearful. I think it's because as a child I felt invincible, whereas as an adult I recognize my own mortality much more keenly. My babies need me, and I don't want to leave them. I think this is probably very common, but mine has really translated into a much less enjoyable experience at amusement parks. Sigh.
Anyway, we're planning in earnest for Mike's return to teaching and Henry's return to school. I've also commenced my Christmas knitting list and am ankle deep in fall sock knitting. Shelia asked me in the comments area about the self-patterning yarn that I mentioned ordering last week. Behold, the magnificence that is the ghost yarn:
She asked if you have to knit them a specific way in order for the ghosts to work their magic. And the answer is yes. You need to knit the socks at a specific gauge (x number of stitches per inch) in order for the yarn to align properly. I haven't received my yarn yet (could be awhile since she has a waiting list) but I'm assured that the seller includes instructions on proper gauge for each pattern. If you do not get the appropriate number of stitches per inch with the recommended needle size, you'll need to change sizes until your gauge is right. Otherwise I'd speculate that your ghosts will look disembodied, and that wouldn't be a good look for them. Even if they *are* ghosts.
I'm absolutely dying for my custom listing to materialize, so excited. But it's not like I don't have other yarn and other projects to work on in the mean time.
*unladylike snort*
On a different note, but still related to my excitement for fall, Michelle at Liturgical Time has a wonderful post up about getting your Advent candles ready for the season nice and early. I enjoyed her post very much because Advent candles are also on my mind of late. :) I ordered a new Advent wreath for this year, along with accompanying candles from Christian Book Distributors. I've had a very pretty Advent wreath for a few years that I bought at a local Christian store, but I had a hard time getting the candles to stay in the cups and my attempts to finesse the cup holder thingies resulted in a near puncture wound as well as me breaking the cups. Hence, I knew I needed a new one, and now is the perfect time to look, since there's plenty of time to shop and have the wreath here before Advent. Unfortunately, the wreath that I chose is back ordered, and I'm feeling ridiculously anxious about it. Right now the ship date is next week, but that date has already been pushed back a few times.
Gotta make sure it's here before December, lol. :)
But I fared ok. Truth be told, I don't enjoy amusement park rides the way I used to when I was younger. Has this happened to anybody else? I used to love every and all roller coasters. As an adult, I'm so much more fearful. I think it's because as a child I felt invincible, whereas as an adult I recognize my own mortality much more keenly. My babies need me, and I don't want to leave them. I think this is probably very common, but mine has really translated into a much less enjoyable experience at amusement parks. Sigh.
Anyway, we're planning in earnest for Mike's return to teaching and Henry's return to school. I've also commenced my Christmas knitting list and am ankle deep in fall sock knitting. Shelia asked me in the comments area about the self-patterning yarn that I mentioned ordering last week. Behold, the magnificence that is the ghost yarn:
I'm absolutely dying for my custom listing to materialize, so excited. But it's not like I don't have other yarn and other projects to work on in the mean time.
*unladylike snort*
On a different note, but still related to my excitement for fall, Michelle at Liturgical Time has a wonderful post up about getting your Advent candles ready for the season nice and early. I enjoyed her post very much because Advent candles are also on my mind of late. :) I ordered a new Advent wreath for this year, along with accompanying candles from Christian Book Distributors. I've had a very pretty Advent wreath for a few years that I bought at a local Christian store, but I had a hard time getting the candles to stay in the cups and my attempts to finesse the cup holder thingies resulted in a near puncture wound as well as me breaking the cups. Hence, I knew I needed a new one, and now is the perfect time to look, since there's plenty of time to shop and have the wreath here before Advent. Unfortunately, the wreath that I chose is back ordered, and I'm feeling ridiculously anxious about it. Right now the ship date is next week, but that date has already been pushed back a few times.
Gotta make sure it's here before December, lol. :)
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
The semester begins, and my allergies go into overdrive...
*delicate sneeze* This time of year is always hard on my nose, but this year has been particularly bad. This past spring/summer combo. has been the second hottest on record for this area in 140 years. As you all know about me now, this makes the Catholic Librarian super unhappy. I don't like hot weather. And this week, we've had a resurgence. The highs are predicted into the 90's for today and tomorrow (highly unusual for this area; it rarely gets above 90 degrees here, even in mid-July) and the humidity has reared its ugly head again. Along with it, so has my sneeze reflex. Yucky. As soon as the weather cools, my allergies usually abate. And the first week of school is usually so crisp and fresh and happy. It feels a lot different this year. But I suppose, variety is the spice of life.
The library has been crazy busy, with people stopping me to ask questions even on trips to the restroom. It'll abate, which is what I tell myself each time I struggle to find a parking spot in the mornings. The first week is always the most challenging.
My knitting has been blossoming, despite the heat, and I'm nearly done with Hank's reconstructed hat. I've already tried it on his head, and it fits perfectly, so my size modifications to the pattern appear to have worked. The yarn that I'm using is so, so nice. KnitPicks Wool of the Andes, in Coal and Semolina. It's incredibly soft and warm. I'm loving it. And at $1.99 - $2.19 per ball, it's a steal! As soon as I can justify it, I'd like to buy more to make a hat and scarf for myself and maybe some gifts. I love holiday knitting :)
Later in the week, we have to have a school clothes shopping trip for Hank *sniffle* plus other school-readying tasks. I'm feeling sad, but as prepared as I can be.
The library has been crazy busy, with people stopping me to ask questions even on trips to the restroom. It'll abate, which is what I tell myself each time I struggle to find a parking spot in the mornings. The first week is always the most challenging.
My knitting has been blossoming, despite the heat, and I'm nearly done with Hank's reconstructed hat. I've already tried it on his head, and it fits perfectly, so my size modifications to the pattern appear to have worked. The yarn that I'm using is so, so nice. KnitPicks Wool of the Andes, in Coal and Semolina. It's incredibly soft and warm. I'm loving it. And at $1.99 - $2.19 per ball, it's a steal! As soon as I can justify it, I'd like to buy more to make a hat and scarf for myself and maybe some gifts. I love holiday knitting :)
Later in the week, we have to have a school clothes shopping trip for Hank *sniffle* plus other school-readying tasks. I'm feeling sad, but as prepared as I can be.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Assorted rambling...
Some weeks I'm bursting with blog ideas, and others I feel sapped of all my creative energy. This is one of those weeks. I'm not sure why; certainly, it's been busy, both at work and at home. But I don't think that's what it is. Maybe it's my allergies. I have them every year at this time, disrupting my otherwise favorite time of year. This year they have been particularly vile. Perhaps they're slowly killing off my brain cells. I'm going to go with that theory.At any rate, I believe Henry has also inherited them; he's been sneezy and runny for weeks. Cute anecedote: while I was warming dinner last night and chatting with Mike in the kitchen, Hank runs in. He opens the refrigerator, carefully takes out his open Spider Man cup of milk (I usually still force sippy cups on him because he's SO bad with spilling) and promptly sneezes right into the open refrigerator. All over every item inside. He slams the refrigerator shut, races off, and I hear...
*Cute sneeze* "Uh ohhhh... Sowy, Mommy. It's just a little milk. Rewy, just a little."
At any rate, tonight will be the first evening all week that Mike, Henry and I will all be home together from dinner to bedtime. Mike teaches Monday and Tuesday evenings this semester, and yesterday I went out for a glass of wine with my best girlfriends. We do that once per month and feel very cute and sophisticated while we do it. So tonight I'm back at home, armed with my crochet needle and my current volume of Amish fiction. Oh, the wild times at the home of the Catholic Librarian.
I'm nearly a full skein into my baby blanket and very pleased with the way it's turning out. The yarn is really pretty. It's a Red Heart baby yarn; the color is a variegated one called "Giggle Print." It's a lovely combination of blue, yellow, green, pink, purple, and white. Alyssa, my neighbor, is having a girl (awww...) but you know how it is when baby's gender is known before birth. Pretty soon, her house will look like a gallon of Pepto Bismol exploded in it. I didn't know Henry's gender before birth, and we were inundated with yellow/green, which was fine with me. But it was nice to eventually get some blue to even everything out. I had my hot little crafty hands on a variegated pink/green baby yarn, but I figured, she's going to acquire a heck of a lot of pink. Why not be the balancer in the mix?
While I crochet on most nights, after Henry is sleeping, Mike and I have been watching the AMC series Mad Men. Anybody else watch that? We're loving it. It's centered around a group of men working at an ad agency in 1960. I *love* the subplots with their wives and the secretaries; basically, all the female characters :) That's where the real drama comes in... We're on the last 4 episodes of Season 1, and we'll be watching 2 of those tonight. We're nerdily excited.
In what could turn into real drama in the Catholic Librarian household, I'm plotting to make applesauce next month. I know, this doesn't sound all that dramatic (read: exciting, or even remotely interesting) but I've never made applesauce before, and while I'm a decent cook, when things do go wrong for me in the kitchen, they go REALLY wrong. Think chopped carrots flying through the air from an open food processor or soupy consistency where there should be puff.
In two weeks we're going apple picking, a new family tradition we started last year. As you know, I love autumn, and nothing says autumn like picking apples right off the tree. Of, if you're Henry, nothing says autumn like playing in hay and riding on a choo choo train into an orchard. We bought a 1/4 peck bag last year, which was the smallest size, and still had to give a ton of apples away, lest they go bad. We like apples, but you can only eat so many fresh, kwim? But if I make some applesauce, or OOHHH! apple pie! We could be good to go. Apple cake? Anybody have any good recipes to share? :)
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