Wednesday, August 31, 2011

My creative space

Did I really make a bone for the 3 year old who follows me around nipping at my heels all day?
Did I really make a bone for the little boy who sits and begs at the fridge door for a 'treat'?
Did I really make a bone for the boy who barks so much his baby sister's second word (after mum) was woof?
Did I really make a bone for the kid who will only visit parks which allow dogs?
Did I really make a bone for the boy who licks my hand/leg/cheek when I least expect it?
Did I really make a bone for the little boy who greets other dogs and dog owners (and most people come to think of it) with a woof?
Did I really make a bone for my son who sings "Doggy doggy who's got your bone" at the top of his voice on the walk to school?
Did I really make a bone for the kid whose favourite game is fetch?

Actually yes.  Yes I did.

I don't even like dogs!  If I wanted a dog, I'd get a dog!  And yet somehow we've ended up with this.

I'm not sure I've done the right thing by encouraging him.

More creative spaces over here.

And if you've got a dog of your own who would like a bone this is how I made it:
1.  Draw bone shape onto paper.
2.  Transfer the pattern onto fabric and cut 2 pieces.
3.  Sew right sides together leaving a small gap for turning.
4.  Turn right side out and stuff it.
5.  Sew up the hole.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' at soulemama.

26/7/11 first ever babycino

Friday, August 19, 2011

The hard slog of parenting

This morning I got out of bed at 4:50am to have some 'me' time.

I have been doing this regularly since Erin was born.  I sneak out of bed before everyone else in the house wakes up to enjoy some solitude.  I sit and do a few rows of  knitting, read some blogs and enjoy my morning coffee ritual without interruptions.  Just me and my own thoughts.

When I became a mum, people (my mum, Chris' mum, Soulemama) mentioned how they used to get up before their kids.  Crazy!  I never understood why anyone would give up even one minute of precious sleep.  So for five years, the kids were my alarm clock.  When they got up, I got up (having a board book clunked on your head or your eyes peeled open by chubby fingers leaves you with little choice).  And I always managed to fit in some 'me' time during the day.  Knitting while they were playing at the park, checking my blogs while they were happily doing a puzzle, reading a few pages of my book while they were playing in the backyard.

Not anymore.  Since increasing our brood from two kids to three I have said goodbye to  'me' time.  I've given up thinking I might be able sit down for 5 minutes to knit because there's always someone who needs something.  Which is why I've been waking up before the sun goes up.

Today though, and most days lately actually, my secret morning quiet time has been interrupted.  Erin has been starting her day at 5:30am and Rory at 6:00am.

Which makes for a very long day (14 hours!) of sibling squabbles, demands for water, 'mummy open this door/put my shoes on/wipe my bottom,' and playing pretend fetch with our pretend dog (Rory).

I know that this is just a phase.  I know that soon enough (less than 6 months) Rory will be a kindy boy and after that he'll be at school and I'll never see him anymore and it will just be Erin and I at home and then I will get to pee in peace.

In the meantime my 'me' time comes in the form of late night shopping leg wax appointments, attending school council meetings I'm not even on the committee for, and having showers that continue long after I'm clean.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Bike kids

I found this great bike basket tutorial via Noodlehead.  I made the first one (Abby's) about 6 months ago.  Hers is a bit wonky because the interfacing I used wasn't stiff enough.  But I've perfected my technique since then and they have been the envy of the whole neighbourhood.

After word got out that Abby and Rory's mum had actually made their really cool bike baskets, every kid on the street has begged me for one.  So I've been churning them out like I'm a factory.  But I'm sick of making them and after the last one I vowed to never sew another one again.

Well okay just one more. Rory has been invited to his first ever birthday party this weekend and I know the little 4 year old birthday boy will just love it.  And so will his mum who appreciates hand made.  And they are special people in our lives so just this once I have agreed to make one more.  And I guess his brother will want one as well.  So that's two more.   But then that's it.

More creative spaces over here.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Red Cowl

I just about have a cowl for every day of the week now but this one is my current favourite.  I think because it's so nice and soft and not at all itchy like some of my other ones.

And even though it's red I wear it with everything.  Even my pink jumper.  I always thought red + pink was a MAJOR fashion faux-pas but not any more.  And I'm not the only one.

I couldn't walk past this wool when I saw it at Spotlight.  It's super chunky so knitting it up with my giant size 15 needles took no time at all.  I just cast on about 20 stitches and kept knitting until it fitted around my neck.

Instant gratification.

Unlike the never-ending sweater.  I had hoped to finish it before the end of winter but now my knitting show is over my output has slowed and I still have one arm and the neck to go.   Ah well, I've never been one to let the seasons dictate my fashion so I'll make sure I wear it at least once whatever season I happen to finish it in.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Fresh country air

3 days away at a place like this felt like 3 weeks

Bush walks, puzzles by the fireplace, yabbying, late-night scrabble with the in-laws, hide-and-seek, a visit to the car museum (for Chris and the kids) and some hills op-shopping (for me).

We indulged  at the chocolate factory, visited some yummy bakeries and bought some hills cheese and wine to round out the evenings.  Chris and I even snuck out one afternoon for a quiet meal at the pub.

Some fresh country air and quality time together is just what we all needed.  

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Erin is One!

I made the quilt.  I made her top.  And I made the baby.

And now she is one!  A year ago* I went to bed after watching the Masterchef final 11 days overdue resigned to the fact that I really was going to pregnant forever and woke up the next morning with a baby.  It was almost that easy.  Except for the bit between oh about 1am and 5am.

She was born in our living room on a sunny winter morning surrounded by her Dad, her big brother and his trains.  Abby somehow slept through it all.  And the midwife didn't make it in time because we didn't ring her in time because I was not convinced I was in labour until I was ready to push.  And by then it was too late.  

She laughs freely and often.  She sings, claps, dances, points and waves.  Her only words are "mum-mum", "da-da" and "woof woof."  She is a speedy crawler and has taken a few solo steps but doesn't seem in a hurry to walk yet.  She eats everything and lots of it.  She is obsessed with dogs, cats and the chooks.  Her favourite toy is whatever her brother and sister are playing with.  She adores her big sister and tolerates her big brother.  She loves Daddy too but she saves the best cuddles for me, her Mum.  It's nice to be someone's favourite.

She has been a true blessing and we are so lucky this happy girl decided to join our family.  We love you Erinbaby.

* Her birthday was over a week ago.  It's taken me that long to get back to finishing this post.
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