Look what I finished. That’s right, you whine enough and the quilting elves come in the middle of the night to finish projects for you. Actually it was the sleepy elves that came yesterday and today. Baby Stitch slept for the twenty minutes that it took me to bind this quilt for a baby born a week before him.
Only five weeks late. That may be a record for me. This isn’t super amazing but I like the tailored look of it. And the pink and brown corduroy called to me for a long time.
Thomas, Annie, Clarabelle and Edward all helped me through the process.
Mr. Moo brought me some cheerios, so I wouldn’t get hungry.
Then believe it or not, the baby slept for over an hour this morning and I whipped out these burp rags for my friend, who brought her 11 week baby by. It was a good thing I made them too since he immediately urped up all over my mother in law.
As you can see by this picture, the swing is our friend. The swing is our friend…say it with me now. Also I’m relaxing a little now at four weeks (Holy cow my baby is four weeks) and allowing the bundle to cry a little bit. I’m also noticing differences, the burp cry, the hungry cry, the I’ve peed all over myself again cry.
speaking of which…
This corner of my home is my excuse for not getting anything done. The parent’s lament, I’m sure many of you can relate. Some days the stars are aligned and you get a ton done. Other days you get nothing done at all, and your kids are all weird (like today, Moo is currently licking the tv….yeah I don’t know) and refuse to nap or sleep or feed but are unhappy and still don’t have enough words to tell you what the problem is.
And it is for that reason that this quilt has sat, pinned but un bound on my sewing machine for two days. TWO DAYS and I haven’t been able to find the half hour it will take me to sew it up. How frustating life is. I can’t complain too much though because I’m obviously getting my blogging time in, I spend so much time in this chair that Moo is occupying in the picture, holding baby or feeding baby that I’m practically caught up on my blogs and even have taken on some new ones to read. The only problem? I read running blogs and crafty/quilting blogs. Which often leaves me wanting to do something but be trapped in my chair. This baby experience is much better then feeding Moo was….I was soo bored. Thank goodness for you all.
Off to change diapers…yummy.
I’m not happy with the amount of TV the Moo is watching lately. Well, truthfully we don’t have TV/cable but we have a Tv set and we watch a lot of Thomas the tank engine with some Mary Poppins and the Muppet Movie throw in.
My excuse of course is, containment. If he is watching TV then he is a) not eating toilet paper b)emptying the sewing machine drawer and eating the pins c)feeding dvds into the vhs player d) trying to figure out how the baby works….can I take off this leg? And since Baby Stitch is taking up a lot of time, I’m feeding for an hour or more at a time, I need to know where Moo is.
Now his train table does keep his attention for hours at a time too, but those are my only to diversions at this time. Part of my get our life back on schedule revolves around taking walks (this means I’ll have to be able to walk farther than the mail box without my back hurting) /or just being outside, coloring/drawing time, and of course my favorite nap time/mommy time.
I’ve been checking out blogs of other moms like Turkeyfeathers and Soulemama, looking for clues and ideas to this strange world of stay at home momness. Everyone does it differently, and its fun and exciting to have those insights into other people’s lives. It’s always fun to see whatever other moms, crafters, runners, quilters are up to.
Bloglines is a major inspiration for me these days and some day I’ll make it out of this chair, detach from this kid and quilt til I drop!!
…first of all I’d have to get dressed. You know like really dressed and all I have are maternity clothes. Its not like I don’t shower. I love to shower….so I’m clean and all. And I have the internet and stuff so I know what is going on and I can talk to who I want. Read quilt blogs, and so forth.
If I just hole up here I won’t have to diet, or give up cadburry eggs, till after Easter. You know when they take them off the shelves and all those pimply sales clerks sneak out back an eat all the left over chocolate. Those jerks….
but I digress…
maybe I’ll go get dressed.
Each morning I lay in bed as The Man gets ready for work, feeding the baby, and I think to myself. Today is the day. As soon as the baby finishes eating I’ll get up, start some laundry, finish a project, make breakfast and get us all back on some sort of schedule….not like Heil Hitler, but you know more like we all eat breakfast before tomorrow.
And then. I wake up at nine. Uusally because the Moo has made it downstairs and is playing with the dogs in the bedroom..not quietly.
Adjusting to this life with two little ones is definately just that, an adjustment. I am older and wiser this time, I am not going to insist my body run 13.1 miles 10 weeks after I give birth (just for the record, I walked most of it) this time. I’m not going to try and do everything I did with one, because I know now that things will sort themselves out. It will take time and yes for awhile I am going to feel like a milk cow, land ike I can’t get anything done. But I will remember that each day will bring me closer to “normalcy” the fog will lift (thanks Amanda) and some day I’ll long for the excuse to sit and snuggle with my two babies all day.
For now I will enjoy Mr. Moo’s awakening awareness of the little one. When the baby crys he says “sorry baby, sorry” When dad leaves for work he wants to kiss the baby too. And this morning as I try to give the ravenous baby a bottle, Moo catches on quickly ” baby milk” and then he trys to help me….or rather do it himself . “let go, LET GO!”
Pretty soon he’ll be saying that to me with another meaning and making me drop him off down the street from his friends house, but for now he still has to hold my hand.
Brit’s internet is down and has been for a day or so now. She asked me to let you all know she is fine, just without internet. That of course is not fine because she can not read her blogs… But she will survive and be back online soon.
Mr Moo is getting better but the Man had to stay home from work sick… Little Stitch is doing very well and now wieghs in at a healthy 10.5 pounds. =) I have such cute little nephews.
Well I guess that is all, hopefully Brit will be back by tonight.
This is how our days our spent lately. I’m not sure why I’m making that face. Hmm. Everyone seems to be feeling better here. Feverish chills have been replaced with heavy liddedness and naps snuck in where we can find them. Baby Stitch went with me to my apt today with Vicky-we-love-her and I had her look at his rash. She sent us over to the main hospital to get it checked it out. Apparently the little man has a yeast infection and now we have some cream for it. Much relief all around.
In other news Uncle Pat came a calling today and treated us all to a little concert in the living room. Moo did some dancing….”what is this blister in the sun anyway?” And what is dad up to while we are all rocking the night away?
He is rocking the kitty kat. That’s right. The. kitty. kat. Not the baby. Silly Dad. Snugly packs are for babies. Not kitty kats.
This is how Baby Stitch sleeps, not bundled like he should and not in his co-sleeper. Drat that kid. His brother (oh yes, let the comparisons begin) loved being bundled and would immediately fall asleep. And he slept peacefully in the co-sleeper. Not so with the New Guy. If we try to bundle him he screams. Bloody. Murder. Until he gets his arms free, and then he screams some more. He wants to snuggle with Mama in the big bed. And Mama has had a tempature for a few days and just wants to sleep so she gives in. Dad and Brother sleep up in his room and Dad is happy because he gets more sleep. Other than the occasional midnight coversation about Percy and Thomas the tank engine, and what they are doing these days.
Yesterday was quilting here at Running Stitch. My mother noted that we don’t get much quilting done at quilting and it does seem that has been the case lately. Especially for me. Obviously my hands are numb and now I’m a milk cow so getting anything done has to be fit in between feedings. I enjoy the Mad Quilters so much though, it is always invigorating to spend time with other quilters and see what they are working on, one of the reasons I love my quilt blogs, because it keeps you inspired.
I did get some sewing done on the brown and pink quilt for my friend, only two more rows and a binding and I’ll be able to check something off my UFO list. Finally!
We are all still sick here, and paternity leave ends today. Sadly The Man will have to return to the trenches tomorrow. Truthfully though, he may have gone to work just a few times over the last two weeks. Maybe. I’ve got my Orals for my Masters Program looming at the end of April but all the final preperations our due over the next two weeks. And not only am I not sleeping but I have a fever and ….I’m sure there is something else to whine about here…..
Off to pop some tylenol and girl scout cookies (because *ahem* they are good for fevers…duh!) and get back to the school work. But I thought I would end with this cutie pie picture of …well my cutie pie.
This is one of those corners that sees a lot of action (unlike the kitchen or cleaning closet) Mr. Moo spends most of his day on the Island of Sodor. Running his trains round and round the train table…he even has started associating colors and numbers with the trains. Which of course shows you what bad parents we are that our child things anything green is “Percy” and anything with the number four is “Gordon”. Bad Brit, bad.
Things are a little better here today. The Man made it out of his sickbed today, and went to the store. Sadly though the Moo has a tempature now. Poor lil’ buddy. On the bright side (yes the sun is partially out..Woohoo) My Aunt and Uncle arrived from Jersey and now there are plenty of baby holders all around. I may actually clean off my sewing table and do something. Except I don’t feel so hot myself, maybe I’ll just check out some more blogs.