back to life

Today is the first day back to "normal" life, all the grown men are out of the house working and schooling and the little bit is sleeping the day away. Living in baby land has been pretty wonderful, he sleeps great, he eats great and is pretty damn cute too boot. LD was the same way so I fully expect to have a horrible time potty training and year two should make me need to up my dose of meds.

I exclusive breast feed which has also been easy for me but it always comes along with it's share of "moments". Yesterday at Mother's Day brunch with my in-laws I realized all too late that I forgot one of my breast pads. Milk was bleeding through my shirt and the disposable diaper I had thrown on the baby, as I forgot to put the diapers in the dryer that morning, had leaked all over me. Then he spit up all in my hair, white curds of breast milk, it was awesome. This brings me to how awesome cloth diapering is; those diapers could have saved the Titanic they hold so much liquid. Every time I have to resort to a disposable because of some peeing debacle had outside the home I regret it, they always leak or overflow and the convenience of them is lost on me when I am covered in baby pee. I buy the Indian prefolds from Cotton Babies, super soft after washing them a few times. Also I had someone ask about the covers, I made all mine from 100% wool, and after using them I have a few tips. This is my favorite pattern, it is long in the torso to it fits my 22' baby and it covers the whole diaper which is crucial, and I will be putting leg cuffs on all covers from now on. You need them to cover any diaper coming out the leg; pee can weep onto all your baby pants then more washing must be done.

cutness reigns!

 Ok I have written this post three times, the internets keep eating it to feed its children I guess. Of course it takes me 3 days to get back to the computer to write another post. Mastitis has also been making the rounds in my breasty neighborhood, the hard boobs and flu like body aches got old and I finally made it to the dr to get an antibiotic. It has now taken me 30 min to type these 4 sentences, ack!

I will be back when the boys are all asleep.

LDII

I seriously considered making this post title FINALLY! but restrained myself.  Our new addition was born on April 20th 5 days past his due date and I seriously could not be more relived.  We did have a few scary days in the NICU but were finally released from the prison that is hospital and are snuggling into home life nicely.  A few highlights from our journey are labor was only 6 hrs., the epidural failed, he is 9p 3oz 21 inches long, he looks just like me, and a full head of hair.  More pics to come soon!

in waiting

Yes we are still waiting on this baby! My phone rings or dings several times a day from hopeful friends that I will be put out of this misery soon, I am so thankful for there thoughts, it makes me feel not so alone in this journey. Yesterday was the longest most boring day of my life I think, which I remember all to well from when I was at the end of my pregnancy with LD. Today I am contemplating vacuuming, though I am holding back so as not to arise too much suspicion in the men of the house and get their hopes up. We all know pregnant women are way to hopeful for there own good, damn that hope. Nesting was the first real sign labor was eminent with LD, remember I made the biggest banana pudding ever and I hate banana’s.

Ld's quilt blocks are almost pieced together, which is of course the hardest and longest part of making a quilt, at least for me. I am quilting linen for part of the top and I am interested to see how it comes out, as I cannot find a good example of any on the web, though I know I have seen it in some of my Japanese craft books. It will be natural linen quilted with red thread in case you are wondering.

Right now the men are making robot costumes out of our recycling and humming the batman theme over and over, I think I may have to go hide in the bathroom with a book to get some quite time before there are three of them.

Yesterday evening I was able to head out into the yard and capture some of the blooms in waiting, it really was fitting. The iris from above is one of many that I was given by my mother who obtained them from her grandmother. Speaking of my grandmother, who has long past, today is her birthday Happy b-day Amma. Hope you are getting your hair set for a big night out.

come out

This is the project that kept me sane till I could take it no more. The head, feet, and hands are all paper clay and he is fully pose-able due to the wire armature I put in. The body is soft and filled with poly, though there is a pocket of rice in the bottom to help him sit a bit sturdier. I would like to say this was easy but it did take a bit of time figuring out the technical side of putting him all together. There was a lot to learn and next time I will definitely be doing some things differently. I read Black-Eyed Suzie pretty religiously and just love her work, which is were I picked up the bug to try this out myself. I also read the Art Doll issue that she is featured in and learned a bit from some of the other articles in the mag. Obviously he needs more clothes, this has been the most difficult part for me so far, every time I think of something it is almost as if the doll rejects my ideas, maybe we have been spending too much time together.

A set of muslin deer's for the boys, ld has named his (the one with feet) Goldie after the fish that died from eating too much at school. The other is for new baby when he decides to come out, which is any second now.

The waiting is pretty much excruciating, nothing really left to do but nest I guess. I did spend Tuesday at the hospital, but not because I wanted too. I had sworn I would not go in on a false alarm and get marked by the triage nurse as a faker. But I had a gush of fluid at noon and the Dr. insisted I go in and have it checked, the leak sealed it self off and all the test came back fine. Four hrs. of my life in triage dressed in a gown made of the cheapest fabric known to man, while my comfy cloths sit in a plastic bag next to my feet it all felt very institutional. As I had predicted on the way to the hospital they sent me home and all has been quite since.