So Louisville lost last night, but not before we got the chance to deck both kids out in their Cardinals finery and snap a few pics. We took our evening walk through the neighborhood with them dressed like this (although Worth didn’t show, being in the mei tai) and someone commented on our “little guy,” meaning Dorothy. Oops! She’s been getting this a lot since she cut off her hair–the repeated gender mistakes might be the best insurance against her doing it again!
Two things about this picture. Well, three if you count my disclaimer about the baby weight. First, I’m sewing again, hooray! Today was the first day I broke out the sewing machine since Baby was born, and I successfully finished this comfy knit skirt I’d cut out a few weeks ago. It’s stretchy and perfect for post-partum, and I think I’ll get a lot of use out of it this summer. It’s made on the same pattern as the bird skirt below (Simplicity 2758) but I didn’t bother with interfacing or anything, since the whole point of sewing it in knit was so that it would stretch. It felt good to be sitting at my sewing table again! Worth spent almost the whole time in the mei tai, but did agree to sit in his swing long enough for me to set the zipper.
Second, the mei tai baby carrier. I’d like to make a public service announcement to nosey people everywhere: YES, MY BABY CAN BREATHE IN THERE, AND ACTUALLY, IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS ANYWAY. Here’s an article explaining why people armed with a very limited amount of information should keep their mouths shut to mothers who know more than they do. I don’t go around condemning mothers who carry their babies around in car seats (Google it, car seats are made for the car; they are not meant to be your baby’s permanent cage!), and I really don’t appreciate the inquiries I’ve been getting about my kid’s airways while he’s happily tucked away close to my heart, thriving. Ok, off my soapbox now!
Life imitated art today at our house, as Dorothy and I recreated a treat from one of her recent favorite books. Pickles to Pittsburgh, the sequel to Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (no, we haven’t seen the movie), features an enormous chocolate chip cookie at the end of the fantasy and the reality portions of the story. Dorothy has never encountered a pizza-sized cookie before, so today we baked one for fun. I’m not sure she was impressed that our cooking endeavor had a literary tie-in, even though we’ve read the book a zillion times at her request in the last week, but she certainly was all in favor of the biggest chocolate chip cookie she’d ever seen.
Right before Worth was born Dorothy and I discovered a new mother/daughter craft. We acquired a couple packs of porcelain markers, which are like paint pens that you can use to write on dishes, then bake in your own oven. The results are food safe and dishwasher safe. We have several projects still in the works; these shown got interrupted by a baby then finally baked and completed yesterday. The plate Dorothy is cheesing over was my own work. Although I’m no marker artist, I made a simple colorful design and wrote the words “Good Behavior Plate” at the top of some Dollar Tree stoneware. It’s meant to be a household honor to eat off it at dinner, a treat only allowed to little girls who maintain good behavior all day. So far it seems to be highly motivating, and she proudly used it this morning (pictured) and evening.
This mug was one of Dorothy’s projects. I wrote “Mom’s Coffee” and she decorated it for me–front, back and handle. It’s charming and I enjoyed using it this morning. The mug was also Dollar Tree stoneware, but we’ve also been decorating some cool thrift store finds. Porcelain pens are fun!
The booties fit! Worth Robert was born on Saturday at 12:39 pm, weighing in at a whopping 9 lbs 5 oz! We’re both doing fine and are home resting, relaxing and feeding. I had a natural birth and felt fine afterwards–the nurses don’t quite know what to do with an unmedicated patient after it’s all over. You can pee unassisted? Use your own legs? That’s crazy!
More posts to come as we’re settling into life as a family of four. So far things are going well, with Dorothy hovering over brother in sweet ways, wanting to take part in every aspect of baby care. It’s so nice to be home and not pregnant!