Rock & Roll

If you can't beat em, join em. Sian's not crafty, but she's found the next best thing. Puzzling.


It's nice listening to music instead of watching telly sometimes.

My shawl kick continues. I am totally in love with this pattern (damson, ysolda) and the yarn (noro), even though I have had to rip back twice, and the yarn is so crunchy it verges on scratchy.



I know, Rock & Roll, right?

5 more sleeps.

Dear Evenings,

I have so enjoyed our time together, all that "free" time of telly and knitting has been wonderful. Sadly, that time must be chopped down to half its original size. You see, Evenings, much as I love you, I love Sleep even more. Mornings have been waging war for some six months now, and I am defeated. Mornings, you win. Evenings and I are the losers. I am not gracious in defeat, but I have no fight left.

Evenings, I hope we can resume our lengthy affair one day, but I understand if you decide it's time to move on. I could be consumed with Mornings for several years.

Love always,
Harry's Mum

Definitely 2

Once upon a time, some 6 years ago, Sian and I decided that we would like to have children. 3 of them. I was going to have 2, Sian 1. I started a go-slow at work, and years of fertility treatment ensued. After Harry was a born, I knew I was done. 4 rounds of IVF was no picnic, I took the hint.






We we starting to think 2 would be enough, but still rather liked the chaotic mad idea of 3. Then it took an age for Sian to get her operations, and instead of a <2 year gap, we have a 3+ year gap. And we are seriously sub-fertile. 2 is enough. Plus, we are not fans of pregnancy. And children are a little tiring in middle age.

So we have been pretty set (and feel extremely lucky) on 2. Until one day in September. Sian says, "Maybe 3?" I said, "If you want to, you go for it." but inwardly I screamed ARE YOU CRAZY?

The thing is, we were here:


All of our meals were cooked for us. Our one child was looked after every morning and evening. We had nothing to do but enjoy ourselves.

About a day after we got home, Sian was emptying the dishwasher, "You know what I said about 3 children? Forget it."

Phew.

Red Letter Day

All 3 of us had a great day. I lost a couple of pounds, so I am on track with my Resolutions. Harry earned a James engine for several decent nights of sleep. Not all in a row you understand, and our goal at this point is six o'clock, but still. This morning was 6:24 and I was ecstatic.

Sian had the biggest red letter day though. It was her LAST DAY at work. Bloody marvellous. I am a little jealous. She's certainly looking and feeling done. Still cooking, thankfully:



Here's a closer look:



She still weighs less than I do :-/

Monday Morning Reset

When Harry and I manage to catch the early bus (goodness knows our mornings start early enough), I treat myself to a little sit down with my morning coffee before going to my office. The view is nice:


The coffee us decent, and I'm loving this very easy knitting. The wool is so soft, I am confident that even my super sensitive neck will be happy in this:



In other news, just 3 more weeks till C-Day. This morning Sian is learning to breastfeed with a teddy. Hmmm. Also, we have potty training progress. Both poops in the pot this weekend! Woo-hoo!

Have a great Monday everyone.

Tea Party

For a normal child, this would not be newsworthy. Have a close look at these photos:








Harry is playing with something OTHER than trains! He did this for about 15 minutes! Amazing.

Many thanks to Mathilda for this most excellent tea set.

Startitis

I had a wonderful day. Being back at work felt good, and I left a very happy boy at his new preschool class. Too cute, he's the smallest by a bit of a margin. Makes the nappy thing seem less backward I think.

Anyway. I started three new knitting projects today. First, I cast on a very boring black ribbed scarf. This is for my brother in law, it will match the hat I made him last Christmas. I ordered the yarn before we decided to draw names this year, so he will have it as an unseasonable birthday gift.



The saving grace is that the yarn is lovely, and as my at-work project, I can get it done a few rows at a time over many months. Not sure it's wide enough though, how many inches across for a manly scarf? This is only 6 inches...

This evening Sian went out so I played with my yarn stash, listened to people talking about knitting. Perfect masturbation for a middle-aged lesbian, no?

I cast on a very simple cowl that will be my take along project:



Doesn't look like much I know, but it's Malabrigo, and the colour is emerald. Swoon.

Finally, I started a Damson shawlette. A little more challenging knitting for home:



Happy.