Have any of you tried to understand the directions for knitting a mobeus? First, can the author please limit the use of "magical" throughout the directions? Next, what? I mean, what? I struggle to understand and I can read pretty tough patterns. But this is really out there.
Have you ever knit a mobeus?
27 February, 2008
26 February, 2008
25 February, 2008
Who loves ya, baby?
Once a week or so, when I am putting Hester to bed, I will tell her all the people who love her. It usually starts with "Do you know who loves you? Your Mama loves you. Your Mumzy, that's me, loves you." Etc. I go through family members on both from sides, friends, and Hester's birth family. Twice now, including last night, I start saying "Do you know who loves you?" and Hester said "Kitty cat!" What a kid!
24 February, 2008
RSV, a four letter word
RSV has reeked havoc in our lives here. First, Hester got it and ended up having to go to the ER on Valentine's Day because of retractions when she breathed. Luckily, she did not need to be admitted to the hospital and was better after being on oxygen blow by for a number of hours and her fever breaking. It was quite a nerve-wracking night for Clementine and I. We did sleep a wee bit by trading off who slept on the stretcher. But by 9 AM when the doctor discharged Hester, we were all exhausted and took the day off. (In actuality, those decisions were made many hours earlier and the proper people notified on time). Hester has made steady progress each day since then and now just has a wee little runny nose.
However, RSV set up camp in me Valentine's Day night. I started coughing and had that "Oh crap, I'm getting sick" feeling. It really came on over the weekend. Each night, I did not sleep with Clementine, for fear of keeping her up with my coughing. So I laid on the cough, coughing more than sleeping. I said, "This is good. The worst is now so I will be well for work Tuesday."
"Not so fast" replied RSV.
Tuesday, I went to work and coughed my fool head off. I tried to sing with my horse voice. I ended up doing a lot of work in the office. Wednesday, my cough was worse. I ate a whole package of cough drops in eight hours. Luckily, my intern was there and she did all the sessions. I just observed. Wednesday night's train ride home was a nightmare of coughing fits that went on for minutes at a time and happened every 2-5 minutes. I got so many dirty looks from fellow commuters. I could not blame them. I got home and cried for 5 minutes in the bathroom because I was so tired and felt like such crap. I decided if I did not sleep good that night, I would not go to work. And I didn't so I didn't. I went to the doctor who said I had a asthma like process going on in my lungs and that was why cough medicine was not helping. She gave me a steroid inhaler. Thursday night, I sort of slept but was so tired in the morning, I called in again. My boss, perhaps knowing the severity of my cough on Wednesday, had found coverage for my night shift, freeing me of any guilt driven need to go to work Friday. Thank you, Boss!
Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, I pretty much slept, drank fluids, knit, and read magazines. Did you know that all the parenting magazines, like Parents, Baby Talk, and American Baby (when did we start getting so many baby magazines?) have short pieces that are easy to attend to when you are wicked sick? I tried to read a book my brother gave me, Cloud Atlas, but could not get up to page 20 after four days.
Today, I woke up and did not fall into a huge coughing spasm. I only had maybe 6 throughout the entire day. The steroids are working. I have one more day off to rest and recuperate and I think Tuesday, I will be able to hit the ground running at work. Thank goodness.
RSV is not one of my favorite illnesses, not that one has a favorite illness.
However, RSV set up camp in me Valentine's Day night. I started coughing and had that "Oh crap, I'm getting sick" feeling. It really came on over the weekend. Each night, I did not sleep with Clementine, for fear of keeping her up with my coughing. So I laid on the cough, coughing more than sleeping. I said, "This is good. The worst is now so I will be well for work Tuesday."
"Not so fast" replied RSV.
Tuesday, I went to work and coughed my fool head off. I tried to sing with my horse voice. I ended up doing a lot of work in the office. Wednesday, my cough was worse. I ate a whole package of cough drops in eight hours. Luckily, my intern was there and she did all the sessions. I just observed. Wednesday night's train ride home was a nightmare of coughing fits that went on for minutes at a time and happened every 2-5 minutes. I got so many dirty looks from fellow commuters. I could not blame them. I got home and cried for 5 minutes in the bathroom because I was so tired and felt like such crap. I decided if I did not sleep good that night, I would not go to work. And I didn't so I didn't. I went to the doctor who said I had a asthma like process going on in my lungs and that was why cough medicine was not helping. She gave me a steroid inhaler. Thursday night, I sort of slept but was so tired in the morning, I called in again. My boss, perhaps knowing the severity of my cough on Wednesday, had found coverage for my night shift, freeing me of any guilt driven need to go to work Friday. Thank you, Boss!
Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, I pretty much slept, drank fluids, knit, and read magazines. Did you know that all the parenting magazines, like Parents, Baby Talk, and American Baby (when did we start getting so many baby magazines?) have short pieces that are easy to attend to when you are wicked sick? I tried to read a book my brother gave me, Cloud Atlas, but could not get up to page 20 after four days.
Today, I woke up and did not fall into a huge coughing spasm. I only had maybe 6 throughout the entire day. The steroids are working. I have one more day off to rest and recuperate and I think Tuesday, I will be able to hit the ground running at work. Thank goodness.
RSV is not one of my favorite illnesses, not that one has a favorite illness.
20 February, 2008
Help
So, what does a soft butch wear to a Texas beach wedding in April? Certainly not a white linen suit since Memorial Day has not yet past. Please advise.
11 February, 2008
dilemna
Tonight, we interview a babysitter. I am not thrilled about it. We need one but I don't want to leave Hester with anyone. Just look at us so far, she is a year old and she has been babysat four times, twice by Clementine's parents, and the other two times by close friends. Clearly, neither of us are thrilled by the prosepect.
But, timing for conferences overlapped. My regular spring conference is the same date as an adoption conference that Clementine wants to go to. I would just come home and skip that day but I have to present and I am on the board and we have a meeting that afternoon. Clementine has talked about going to this conference for a year plus. I feel horrible when she says that my work superseeds her adoption needs. That is not right. But I have obligations. I am seriously considering not running for office again to avoid this. Family comes first, right?
Beyond all this crap and the ususal frets of a first time parent leaving their kid with a babysitter, I have other baggage that is seriously muddying my thoughts. You may remmeber that I am a survivor but you may not know that it was a babysitter that molested me. My mother and I talked about this once, while she believed me. She told me that the woman (yes, it was a woman who molested me) came with good references and was very kind. She was very loving toward me and said I was her special one. My parents were releived to have a kind older lady to watch thier kids so they could go do things. And now, Clementine and I need someone to watch Hester, but I freeze inside thinking that I could put my daughter, my heart, in the care of someone who could hurt her as I was hurt. Nothing in this world is more important than keeping her safe.
But then I look at my wife who makes a living caring for other people's children. She loves each of them and does a wonderful job with them. We could maybe find someone like her to care for Hester. But how do you know?
We went to hear Eve Ensler speak the other day, which was great. But parts of the lecture was hard for me to hear. I was holding Hester and listening to her discuss abuses women and children endure. I found myself holding Hester tighter to my breast as I listened. How does one protect their girl child through childhood. I don't want her to be the 1 in 3 girls who are violated. I don't want to have history be recreated.
So we are interviewing some dude tonight about child care. I am not sold on him at all. Partly, because he is a man. Weird since I was molested by a women. But the majority of offenders are men. I just don't feel ready for this. I just want Hester to be safe.
But, timing for conferences overlapped. My regular spring conference is the same date as an adoption conference that Clementine wants to go to. I would just come home and skip that day but I have to present and I am on the board and we have a meeting that afternoon. Clementine has talked about going to this conference for a year plus. I feel horrible when she says that my work superseeds her adoption needs. That is not right. But I have obligations. I am seriously considering not running for office again to avoid this. Family comes first, right?
Beyond all this crap and the ususal frets of a first time parent leaving their kid with a babysitter, I have other baggage that is seriously muddying my thoughts. You may remmeber that I am a survivor but you may not know that it was a babysitter that molested me. My mother and I talked about this once, while she believed me. She told me that the woman (yes, it was a woman who molested me) came with good references and was very kind. She was very loving toward me and said I was her special one. My parents were releived to have a kind older lady to watch thier kids so they could go do things. And now, Clementine and I need someone to watch Hester, but I freeze inside thinking that I could put my daughter, my heart, in the care of someone who could hurt her as I was hurt. Nothing in this world is more important than keeping her safe.
But then I look at my wife who makes a living caring for other people's children. She loves each of them and does a wonderful job with them. We could maybe find someone like her to care for Hester. But how do you know?
We went to hear Eve Ensler speak the other day, which was great. But parts of the lecture was hard for me to hear. I was holding Hester and listening to her discuss abuses women and children endure. I found myself holding Hester tighter to my breast as I listened. How does one protect their girl child through childhood. I don't want her to be the 1 in 3 girls who are violated. I don't want to have history be recreated.
So we are interviewing some dude tonight about child care. I am not sold on him at all. Partly, because he is a man. Weird since I was molested by a women. But the majority of offenders are men. I just don't feel ready for this. I just want Hester to be safe.
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