Friday, September 20, 2013

Weekly Obsession: Knitting

My mother is a textile crafter. She has branched out to paper, but she loves: Cross Stitch, Crochet, knitting, you get the picture.

Well, she has been trying to get me to cross stitch and crochet my entire life. To little to no avail. I picked up the cross stitch bug a few years ago. But I just don't really like to crochet. It's just......ugh. I don't like having to figure out where the stitches are, where to put the hook, ugh. Too much thinking involved.

But when I was pregnant with Squeaker, I asked for something I could do that was mindless, well more meditative than mindless. So she suggested knitting. I had always thought knitting would be twice as difficult as crochet, one more needle after all. But it turns out all the issues I had with crochet, were taken care of with knitting. I don't have to figure out where to put the stitch, they are all on the needles.

I'm really excited to be working on this project. It's a really cute cowl and I'm doing it in a really pretty cranberry color.

AND, Mom and I are going to be doing a Mystery Knit Along in October through the Craftsy site. Should be a lot of fun. I'm really excited.

Also, if any of you are into yarn crafts, Craftsy is having a huge "2 Million Member" sale. Some of their yarn is 75% off. Most are closer to 65% but COME ON!!! HUGE!!!!

But the best thing ever is when I texted this picture to my mom, she said, "Very pretty! It looks like you've been knitting for years."

Awwwwww, thanks Mom!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Happy Birthday Squeaker!!!

My little man is 2 today!!! How amazing/mind blowing is that?!?!?!

Little man, two years ago today, you made your presence known.

On Sept. 17th, 2011, I started having contractions. Nothing like the crazy pains your sister gave me. Just a hey, I'm thinking of coming. Then on the way to the hospital they stopped. Once we got there they checked us out and said, yeah, go ahead and head home.

I get home and have a roll, why I did this, I don't know. (I should have learned from your sister's birth not to eat when they send you home.) So, I get all ready for bed, lay down at 2am and thought, hmmmm, today might be the big day.

Well, you must have heard me. Because a few moments later, I felt a tightening and then a loosening (like a rubber band snapping) and realized that you were bound and determined to come today.

After finally getting through to the doctor on call, (an hour and a half later, though to be fair he was in a C-section the entire time) we headed back to the hospital.

You were moving around, but you weren't in any sort of hurry. You knew that someone will come get me. No worries.

Well, after a few hours of monitoring and waiting for my stomach to break down the roll I ate a 1am. They hooked me up to the epidural.

Apparently, I thought this was hilarious, because I started laughing hysterically, I mean huge tears are running down my face. The nurses and doctors were a bit surprised. The anesthesiologist said "I swear I didn't put anything funny in there!" Poor Daddy, thought I was screaming until someone flapped the door open and he realized I was laughing.

After strapping me down on the table like Jesus, they got to work. A few minutes later we had a beautiful strawberry blond, blue eyed little man. 9.3lbs. 21 inches.

The funny thing was, the doc said that when she got to you, you just raised your hand like, "Hey, come get me, I'm hear and ready."

Funny thing is, you are just the same. You still would rather someone do something for you. Instead of walking you demanded that someone carry you. Even now, sometimes you will stand and wait for someone to carry you instead of walking.

But you are my snuggly little man and I am so lucky to be your Mom!

Mid-Week Pick Me Up: Happy (Despicable Me 2)

This is just such a perfect song for today. Squeaker's birthday is today!

And I just have to share it with everyone! 

Friday, September 13, 2013

Absence Explained with a Make-up Gift

I know I've been MIA for a while. Sorry about that. New semester and all.

So I leave you with this gem that I found from Feeling Stitchy's blog.

If this doesn't make you're dead.


You should call the mortician in.