Lest I Forget

I just discovered that is nearly impossible to take a picture of yourself modeling a hat. My slouchy hat did not come out the way I wanted. My old hat fit perfectly. This new one, not so much. I even tried blocking it over a pyrex bowl with no better results. Here is Anna modeling it for me. I have nothing new to knit and I feel lost. Just wandering aimlessly through the ravelry patterns, hoping to stumble upon just the right thing. I did pick up a book again that I started a long time ago. It is "One Heart Full of Love" by Mother Teresa. Glad I found it under a stack of books gathering dust on my nightstand. Did I mention before that Anna and Therese have started taking gymnastics? Anna is loving every minute of it. Therese's class requires me to participate. I was not sure how that would pan out since I have to have Peter in tow. The owner of the gym is an angel sent straight from Heaven. She took Peter that first week and every week since and plays with ...

Did I ever mention that one of the reasons I enjoy knitting is because there is order in those stitches? Nice, even little row and after row of little v's. I have tried some lacy knitting but I always come back to stockinette. Life right now is nothing like those little rows and I thrive on seeing things neat and tidy. I know these newborn days are only a short time and that soon enough I should be able to regain some schedule. Until then, I will be knitting to calm my soul when I can find a moment. Sometimes those dishes can wait a little longer. Right? The sweater is for a friend's baby. The other project is a hat. I had made myself a hat a couple of years ago that I really liked wearing. Only I left it somewhere last winter. I decided to make a new one with some free knit-picks yarn. I wish it was finished already, since tonight's temperatures will be chilly and I have 3 little munchkins who are really looking forward to trick-or-treating. Reading? Not m...

The kids love Peter. They dote on him and always are wanting to hold him. This morning, Anna stated very proudly: "Peter is very good at staring." I love how much love there is for little Peter. And yes, he is darn good at staring, if I do say so myself.

This morning at 10, I went in for Peter's weight check. He gained over 6 ounces this weekend! I am so thankful that the formula did the trick and he didn't need to get tested for other issues. We will keep doing what we are doing until he gets back on the charts. I am also thankful that Tony had the day off today. I did not have to drag bring the kids with me. When I got home, we ate a quick lunch and headed out for some fun. Did I mention it's also Tony's birthday? Do your kids ask relentlessly "when can we buy some pumpkins"? Tony quieted them by telling them we would buy them on his birthday. They did not forget. Yet they forget to brush their teeth every morning. Hmmm. Three pumpkins purchased. Three kids jammed in the "fun" cart. Three free apples! The grocery store gave each kid a card they bring in and they get a free apple or banana every time. How cool is that? Gives new meaning to "cozy coupe". Next stop was the livi...

That's where Peter is on the growth chart for weight. Zero percentile. Two weeks ago he was in the 4th percentile. He did gain half a pound over the last two weeks, but clearly it is not enough. I had been supplementing with formula a couple times a day, which amounted to around 4 oz. a day. The pediatrician I saw yesterday, (my doctor is on paternity leave), said he wanted me to limit my nursing time to ten minutes on each breast so he doesn't get too tired and then let him finish getting full on formula. He wants him to eat every 2 1/2 hours this way over the weekend and come back Monday morning to see if Peter is gaining weight. If he is not, then he wants to start looking for other possible causes for Peter's struggle to gain. Logically, I know that I have done everything I can to breastfeed Peter exclusively. I can see that he is not thriving. That said, I feel like a zero in the mother department. This ordeal has seen my whole family suffer. I do not handle stress v...

I have so many posts floating through my head. My fingers, however, are not free to type them out. So I will condense them all into this one, unless Peter wakes up. All last week, I had growing suspicions that Peter might be dealing with reflux. He will be 2 months old next week, so I figured I could kill two birds with one appointment. They did not have a well appointment available til Halloween, so my pediatrician got me a walk-in appointment for last Friday to address his possible reflux. What I found out was that he has not gained any weight for the last 3 weeks. He has maintained, but not gained. He wants me to nurse more often (how can you nurse more frequently if you already nurse all.the.time?) I am trying my best. Let's back up one day, shall we? On Thursday, we went on a 2-hour sunset cruise for our anniversary. Which happens to be in March. Who says you have to celebrate right away? It was the perfect day to go. On our way there, this small white bird (I really think...

I have not gotten much knitting time since Peter joined our family. My arms are always full and I am glad. However, I saw this pattern for a super cute Halloween costume for Therese and I knew she would love it. She calls it her "sheepy". I had started on it before Peter was born and I finally finished the vest last week. It was slow going and clumsy with those huge needles and holding chunky yarn double. To give my hands a break before I make the hat, I tried making a pair of booties for a new baby of a friend. Why do I try to make booties? I am always disappointed in the results. This time, I followed the pattern for the 3 month size and ended up with a bootie that would fit a 12 month old instead. I just don't think I am supposed to knit cute little booties. Hats, no problem. Sweaters, got it. Cute Halloween costumes, check it out. The only reading I have been doing is other blogs. I did discover a new one to me that is written by a priest  that is always thou...