So Dorothy spent a long time being very quiet behind our big chair today, and I wondered what she was up to. But what could she be doing right there a few feet from me? I figured she was reading a book, and (sorry, but parenthood is gross) maybe picking her nose. After a while, however, she ran quickly from her hiding spot into the kitchen, then yelled, “Mom, don’t come into the kitchen!” Never a good sign. So of course I went into the kitchen, and confronted a small child with a really bad hair cut. I wasn’t sure what to do. I walked back out of the kitchen and inspected the crime scene (above). It was kind of funny, but I couldn’t laugh, right? I went back in and matter-of-factly told her we’d have to go immediately to get her hair cut at a hair-cutting place, since we don’t cut our own hair, and it doesn’t look okay unless someone else does it. She burst into tears even though I didn’t get mad (ahh, the guilty conscience!). I took money from her piggy bank to pay for the outing, and off we went. The result is below. I think I’ll take her to my own stylist next week (or let someone else if I’m tied up with a new baby) and have it shaped up a bit–I’m not crazy about how it looks, but then, I’m sure what we came in with was a bit difficult to work with! The self-haircut is a right of passage, right? But then, I never did it myself.
First, here is the finished version of the baby quilt. I love it, but then I’m just kind of digging baby things lately. I intentionally left the internal layer of flannel unwashed, so after I laundered the final quilt it puckered up a bit like a soft, old vintage quilt.
Next, Dorothy and I met a new refugee family being sponsored by our church at the airport yesterday. When no one speaks a common language (and the translator is tied up with airport personnel trying to locate lost luggage…ugh), there is nothing like the ice-breaking power of a preschooler to help everyone come together! She was holding hands and dancing around with the teenagers in no time, and in a situation where the (well-meaning) American volunteers seem to hold a little too much of the power, it is so nice to have an international symbol of “I trust you back,” to give, in allowing the newcomers access to interact with and touch my own child.
When we came back home (unrelated, but see photo), I helped Dorothy fashion a luge track out of a paper towel tube, and her little dolls competed for gold medals for over an hour. We’re normally tv-free at our house, but we’ve pulled the little 13-incher and the rabbit ears (now with digital box attachment after last summer’s switch) up from the basement for the winter games and are enjoying some family time in the evenings watching the athletes.
Finally, a couple nights ago I was having the really annoying kind of contractions–the kind that don’t seem to go anywhere, but can’t quite be slept through either. So I got out of bed and started another pair of booties for the baby, on the grounds that although he is well stocked, he didn’t have a newborn-sized pair that matches his hospital outfit. (We have matching blue and white jammies for our first day together.) So I made the navy booties, above. But then I finished them and thought maybe they were a wee bit big, but by then had grown attached to the idea of booties for the hospital, so I made another smaller pair, out of a not-so-matchy but lovely soft alpaca, and have both pairs packed. So I am ready for his feet, whether they happen to be on the larger or the smaller side for a newborn. The navy are more matchy, but the alpaca ones look more like my own hospital footwear (see crocheted socks, below). Both pair are variations on this pattern, which I have made many times. I think I’m officially a crazy pregnant lady, churning out superfluous booties here in the latter days, but what else am I to do? A mama can only judge baby-doll luge events for so long.
The last couple days’ projects have been for someone else’s new baby, one that is already born. One of Rob’s coworkers had a baby girl and I’ve been crafting for her. I made a little quilt (above, in progress) that is now done and in the washing machine. Like the one I made our little guy, it is just simple strips of fabric and I’ve machined it to the flannel lining and soft cotton backing. I used fabrics I already had on hand, and I really like the way they came together.
I also crocheted this hat (this pattern
), which is a quick project with nice results. I’ve made a couple in other colors for our baby and can’t wait to use them. The yarn for this hat is a nice ashy rose color–the picture really doesn’t do it justice. It’s a soft washable wool/acrylic blend and very stretchy, should be great for a baby. After working on it last night before bed, I had dreams that my own baby surprised us by being a girl!
Now I just hope we have to send these gifts to Friday’s shower with someone else, because we’ll be in the hospital cuddling our own! Although at my 39.5 week doctor visit today, I scheduled my 40.5 week visit, which was a bit discouraging. She’d induce me beginning next week if I wish, but I can’t help thinking the baby should be able to pick his own birthday, even if I wish he’d hurry up. I don’t see any reason to go all nuclear on him yet–he should come out in his own time. (But don’t get me wrong, I’m impatient!)
One more project snuck in at the end of my day. I was awake from 4 to 6 a.m. this morning, too uncomfortable to go back to sleep. During the time I spent awake I decided I really wanted a new spring handbag, but that such an endeavor was really not practical given that I already have made a new messenger bag to carry both my purse items and a few baby things as soon as the little guy makes his appearance. But after we got back from our family walk this evening and I was still feeling all energized from the warm weather, I decided to go ahead and make one anyway. Maybe now that I’ve done something silly like this I’ll go ahead and go into labor! Or maybe I’ll get to carry this cute new bag for a week or two, then transition over to my messenger bag at the point I start needing to tote diapers. Either way, I’m happy with the way it turned out. It’s from Amy Karol’s Bend the Rules Sewing, and I felt like the pattern was good except my bag appears a bit smaller than the one in the book’s photograph, although I followed the pattern and directions as listed. Now that I have this cute and impractical item on hand, I think I’ll go ahead and call my hair stylist tomorrow and try to move up my next hair cut and color to this week if possible. I’d made the very practical decision to schedule this one a few weeks after my due date, but for pete’s sake, I’m showing my gray and I need a hair cut, and I’m about to be in a bunch of family photographs holding my new baby–I think I need the hair boost now!
The warmer weather and impending Major Life Change have given me a little spring fever, so Dorothy and I have been hitting the thrift store circuit these last few days. I’ve gotten a few cute new shirts that I hope to be able to wear post-partum
–nice roomy, soft ones that should be easy to nurse in and were cheap enough that I (in theory) won’t care about all the spit-up. These two I made into projects today, and altered them a bit to personalize them. The pattern on the front of the blue is Dover clip art
from their free samples mail list
, which I’ve printed on printable fabric, fused, and sewn on. The brown I just free-formed some simple flowers out of pretty fabric scraps and added homemade bias tape to the arms. I’m not sure if I like the tape on the arms or not–it makes them a little stiff, like wings or something. I think I’ll launder it and then see how they look, and I may snip off the sleeve embellishment.
My due date is one week from today…
AKA: Not signing over the family budget to 3M.
Rob and I, sadly, have never owned a dishwasher in our 7 years of marriage. We both had dishwashers before we were married, but for some reason have only owned homes together that will not accommodate this particular boon of American middle-class existence. Although there are many other things that fall into this category we do not hanker after (appliance garages, are you serious?), we do aspire to one day own a home with a dishwasher. We can dream, right? In the meantime, we have had plenty of meals at home to perfect our low-tech family dish washing system. We prefer these soap-filled dish wands that ooze out just the right amount of soap while we’re washing. For several years, we replaced the sponge tips at regular intervals. They are actually pretty expensive–more than a dollar per sponge–and can’t be reused because the sponge separates from the plastic if you try to launder it. (Or overuse it.) But about a year ago I figured out a way to stop paying The Man for sponges every week–I just make our own. I crochet these little sponge covers out of washable acrylic yarn, and we tuck little washable, reusable sponges inside (the kind you can buy in multi packs for $1, cut in half, and still wash and re-use!). The whole thing fits nicely over the plastic framework from the original sponge refill (so if you’re going to try this at home, don’t throw that part away–just peel off the old sponge and leave the plastic framework in place).
We’ve been using these now for about a year, and today I decided some of our little crocheted sponge covers needed to be purged and replaced, which seems reasonable for the use they’ve gotten. They’ve been used and washed many times. The new ones only take a few minutes to make, too, and only a tiny amount of scrap acrylic yarn. If you crochet, this is how to make them: Using an H hook and worsted weight yarn, chain 5. Turn and single crochet a row of 4 stitches, repeat. (For two rows of 4.) Next row make an increase on each end, for a row of 6 single crochet stitches. Make 5 more rows of 6 stitches (for a total of 6). Single crochet evenly around the whole periphery, then repeat for 3 more rows. The sponge should look a little like a bootie. Slip stitch or use a yarn-threaded needle to sew together the top (narrow) half of the sponge, then slip a little cut-up sponge inside and tug the whole thing over the end of the dish wand.