The Adventures of Super M

The End of an Era

2010-05-17T20:45:00.003-04:00

Almost 16 years ago, a small black and white puppy entered the world. Today, she left it.

She was with us so long that I almost can’t remember life before her. I remember her chewing her way through a baby gate, so that we had to learn about crate training. I remember her mouthiness, so that we had to keep going to obedience classes. I remember her complete unwillingness to learn to come when called – something she refused to learn her whole life.

She was trial by fire – a tough first dog to raise, but one who prepared us to raise all the puppies to come after her. She was the dog who tried everything with me – obedience, tracking, herding, agility. Only agility stuck.

She raised 3 puppies, 3 children, and a cat. She was brash and independent and loving. She stole food, but only when you couldn’t possibly catch her in the act, because she was the smartest dog I have ever known.

That small black and white puppy grew into a beautiful black and white dog with great big cow spots and tiny brown flecks on her legs. A one ear up, one ear down dog with a big flappy tail and a heart bigger than the world. And eventually, an Old Lady with a muzzle more gray than black, a matriarch who ruled the house with an iron fist in a velvet glove.

She was Space Dog, protector and playmate of Universe Man. She was Super Dog, who put up with wearing a cape. She was unique in the universe, and we will never see her like again.

NA, NAJ, OAJ, CGC

the best black and white dog in the whole world

10 (of everything!) in 2010

2010-01-21T18:47:00.002-05:00

So much going on, so much to say, so many pictures that don't seem to make it off the camera onto the computer.

Alright then, picture-free it is.

I've been thinking about ways to help get me out what sometimes feels like a crafting rut. It might or might not actually be a rut, but it feels like one.

Way back in December, people started talking about a 10 shawls in 2010 project. That sounded interesting, but a little bit too constrained for me. And I've always been an over-achiever, or at least someone who has eyes bigger than my stomach (in this case, metaphorically speaking. I'm not planning to eat any fiber or yarn.)

Alright then. Here's my plan:

10 shawls in 2010
10 sweaters in 2010
10 (pairs of) socks in 2010
10 (pounds of) spun fiber in 2010

I do nothing by halves.

And because I have a teensy weensy itty bitty little problem with longtime UFOs, I added something that doesn't start with S.

10 finished UFOs in 2010.

I set up my own rules, because I don't like to play by anyone else's. Longtime UFOs are ones that I started at least a year before I finish them. UFOs (even those younger than a year) can go into the 10 shawls, sweaters, whatever count.

As of right now, I've finished one shawl, and one sweater that was also a UFO. Oh, and I've spun 5 ounces of fiber.

I've got a ways to go.

Baby, It's Cold.... Inside

2009-11-29T17:40:00.002-05:00

We returned from a weekend at my father's to a cold house. This isn't too unusual, because the house is almost always cold. Except for those few days of the year when it is unbearably hot. Only a few, in spite of the heat and humidity that are possible around here, which is probably how we continue to survive without central air.

So the house was cold, but that was in comparison to the car, which was so warm with 5 people and 4 dogs in it that we had to turn on the actual air conditioning about 2 hours into the trip lest Universe Man get carsick. Something we would really much rather avoid.

After a while, I'm still feeling cold and realizing that even though it's during the day, it's the weekend, so really, the house should be warmer. I check the thermostat in the kitchen, which appears not to be functioning. This isn't too worrisome since this thermostat is known to be.... a little quirky, and you can fix that with an override, or if that fails, some begging. (To be fair, given that the thermostat has been replaced twice, it is probably just fine and dandy and it is something in the wiring somewhere that is temperamental, but we live with it.)

I wander into the family room and look at that thermostat. Um.... room temperature is several degrees below set temperature. That's not good. I confer with the LSH. The good news is that the basement is not flooded. The bad news is that the thing which heats the house (AKA a "boiler") is not doing it's job. At all. As in, it's not even on. Uh oh.

LSH flicks the emergency oil shut-off. No dice. He pushes the reset button on the boiler itself. Boiler turns back on. Water in the system starts to heat up. Checks a few minutes later. Boiler has shut itself off. Tentative diagnosis: control system (or some part of it) fried.

What I'm wondering is, karmically speaking, what did we do to deserve this? We already had an appointment to have the boiler replaced. On Tuesday. When the heating guys came for their annual "checking to make sure that nothing will blow up, catch up fire, asphyxiate you, or flood the basement," they decreed that, for a variety of reasons, we needed a new boiler. But it wasn't an emergency -- sometime this winter, better sooner than later, but it was a matter of months and not weeks.

Turns out they were wrong. The temperature in the house is 63 F and dropping. It's going to be a very cold couple of days.

The good news is that the hot water still works, and so do the oven and the stove. I'm thinking of running a load of laundry just because the dryer generates some waste heat. And it's a school day tomorrow, so it'll just be me freezing my nose off. Unless I decide to decamp for warmer climes. Possibly the library. Probably somewhere with coffee.

Nonsensical

2009-11-23T20:06:00.002-05:00

I haven't been spinning much lately. Except that I feel like I have. It seems like I spin a little bit all the time. What I haven't been doing, even though I only have one project active on one wheel, is finishing anything.

It seems like a lot of my spinning time has been taken up with fiber processing. Two fleeces washed, into the third, and then I have to pick and card two of them. The third is much cleaner, with long, lovely locks, and I'm planning to spin that one from the lock.

So after taking nearly a month to spin 8 oz of wool as a sport-DKish (still not dry and haven't checked the floof factor yet) 2-ply, I decided I needed a nice, small spinning project for instant gratification.

I decided on 2.6 ounces of lovely, wonderful batts (from Corgi Hill Farm) in "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang," and started spinning. A very, very fine laceweight singles. Because that should be a nice, small, instant gratification sort of project.

Pencils. With Erasers.

2009-11-11T20:24:00.003-05:00

I think I need a T-shirt that says "I survived parent-teacher conferences."

'Parkle Girl's conference this morning was wonderful. No surprises there. She had the same teacher in the afternoons last year, and Mr. Personality had this teacher when he was in the pre-school. She undestands my kids.

Then, this afternoon, I spent TWO AND A HALF HOURS seeing 8 teachers. The boys actually have 10 teachers between them, but I talked to one teacher when I was at school on Monday, and I skipped another teacher because, well, there was nothing to be gained by seeing that teacher.

The most interesting thing I learned is that none of Mr. Personality's teachers knew how old he is (which is younger than all of his classmates). Sometimes that difference makes itself felt in his emotional maturity (or lack thereof, at such moments), and it's helpful for the teachers to be aware of it. Or so they told me. One of his teachers is concerned about how hard he is on himself -- he is a total perfectionist, which is something we knew about him and something his teacher worked on last year. All I can say is, "Good luck." In this personality trait, Mr. Personality is very much like my father, who is still very much a perfectionist. And everyone here at the SuperM household is awfully hard on themselves, so I don't see much hope of that changing either.

The big complaint? He doesn't bring enough pencils, the kind with points and erasers, to the class he has right after lunch. Also, he's very wiggly in that class, which seems a strange time to be antsy to me.

I was very nervous about Universe Man's conferences. Until the beginning of this school year, he hadn't had a single test in his entire school career that wasn't one of the end of the year standardized ones. He went to a school with no grades. At all. If he didn't finish his homework, he finished it at school, or fixed his mistakes. That's all different now. Just getting through the school day has required a level of organization that we thought might actually be beyond him.

Turns out it's only sort of beyond him. His locker is apparently a complete disaster. (I will be stopping in to organize his locker for him once a week until further notice. I can't wait.) He is chronically late to class. Nearly every class. The teachers feel this and the locker issue are related. And he often lacks.....wait for it....a pencil. Evidently this is a family trait.

In spite of all that, every single one of his teachers told me that academically he is doing fantastically. Even though he's missed a few assignments entirely (that whole lack of organization thing), his grades are excellent. They're all pleased with him and his work and his transition to a more typical school environment.

Now we just have to work on organization and the social things that come hard to him. Which may very well consume nearly all of our attention while he's blithely going about his school life.

The take-home message LSH got? Universe Man's language arts teacher is really excited about the way he writes. The teacher wondered if Universe Man might be the next S.E. Hinton. That's what LSH took out of the conferences.

Of course, he didn't have to stand around waiting in lines for two and a half hours.

Brief Shining Moment

2009-11-10T22:03:00.002-05:00

For a single, wonderful moment on Sunday afternoon, there were no dirty clothes in the house.

Well, except for the things waiting to be handwashed or drycleaned, and those don't count. At least, not to me. I'm not sure when the last time this happened was. Usually, by the time I get through all of the wash in the sorting basket thing, there's more piled up in the hampers in the bedrooms.

But not on Sunday. Admittedly, there was a load in the dryer, and another load still in the washer, but when I looked into the sorting station, it was empty. Completely, totally, and utterly empty.

It was a beautiful thing. A wonderful moment. (Evidently worthy of noting publicly).

Then I found a dirty sock.

And now there's more laundry to be washed.

But for the moments it lasted, it was wonderful.

(Oh, and I finished Ladybuggy, but I have to get some halfway decent pictures. 'Parkle Girl loves it, even though she can't really fly when she wears it.)

Ladybuggy

2009-11-02T19:11:00.004-05:00

'Parkle Girl needs a new 'tettie. (Except she doesn't say that anymore. She says "sweater" now. Another one of those bittersweet moments). I was all ready to make her a little swing cardigan and had even bought some pink yarn, when Ladybug appeared on the scene.

I showed it to 'Parkle Girl and she was just as entranced as I was. A couple of very lovely email exchanges with the designer and I was all set to find the perfect yarn for a fantastic sweater for the 'parkliest girl.

The sweater has been taking me a while, mostly because the black yarn I needed was backordered. Well, and also because I just don't have that much knitting time and I decided to make the size 6 so she'd be able to wear it for a few years.

'Parkle Girl has been watching her sweater take shape, and last Thursday there was enough of it to try on.

That's a dark picture of a little girl wearing pajamas and a sweater with part of a sleeve. I've finished the first sleeve and started the second, and she's starting asking the same question every morning.

"Is my Ladybuggy sweater done yet?
"Where are the wings?"
And then she says, "When it is done, I will fly and fly and fly like a bird."

I'm not sure if she's pretending (she is an excellent pretender) or if she really thinks a Ladybug sweater will make her fly.

Musical Chairs

2009-10-28T22:19:00.003-04:00

Whatever it is that's making the rounds (is it the flu? is it a cold? it is something else? everyone here seems to want to call it "a flu-like illness) has landed here. Quite firmly.

On Saturday morning, Mr. Personality woke up with a fever. His fevers are not for the faint of heart, and while they're normal for him, I've been known to use the number for the shock factor when I'm feeling that the pediatrician isn't taking me seriously enough. The poor guy missed his best friend's birthday part on Sunday. There was a moon bounce. He was devastated.

He stayed home from school on Monday, but it was very clear that he was on the mend. The first clue: he tried to negotiate with me about working on his social studies report. I turned the TV off until it was done. The TV never went back on.

Monday night, 'ParkleGirl woke up at about 3:30 and announced that she needed to sleep in my bed, and oh, by the way she needed a drink too. I felt her forehead, and didn't bother to get the thermometer. I knew she'd be home with me on Tuesday.

I've had the pleasure of her company yesterday and today, and will again tomorrow. She's been mostly cooperative about letting me work and not so sick that I couldn't run the really vital errands (groceries anyone?), but it's hard to get too much writing done when I've got her help.

I'm ready for the sick season to end, and it's only October. I think it's going to be a long year.

On the plus side this week, I have..... qivuit.

Rhinebeck, No

2009-10-19T09:36:00.003-04:00

For the last several years (3 or 4 now I think), I've been trying to make it to Rhinebeck. Every year something comes up that absolutely prevents me from going. One year it was an LSH business trip and bad weather on the way back that delayed him overnight, another year it was me recovering from surgery. It's always something. I don't have this trouble with Maryland Sheep and Wool -- that I've made it to for 6 or 7 years running now.

Things were really up in the air until about 2 weeks before the festival. Then everything finally came together, and it seemed like it would really happen. I didn't take on a writing assignment that would have had me working over the weekend so as to be able to go, and I was all set.

Then it started to unravel. LSH needed to go deal with a family emergency. Not the drop everything and run because the world is ending kind of emergency, but the kind you need to go take care of without delay. I put him on a plane and figured that Rhinebeck was history. He didn't like that answer, and was, I think, more committed to me going to Rhinebeck than I was.

He thought he'd come home Thursday. Nope. He made a flight reservation for Friday, giving himself enough time to take care of the last few things and still make it home in time. Sometime Friday morning, it came undone. The flight came and went without him on it, and there went my plans for Rhinebeck. I was very, very disappointed.

I have to say though, that I got a lot of things done over the weekend. I dragged out my sewing machine for the first time since.... well, I'm not sure when, but the well pump went out in July and I didn't realize that I had no water for my iron until I went to use it to sew (no, I don't iron much), so it's clearly been a while. I made 'Parkle Girl the very 'parkly skirt that I had promised her for the beginning of school. I finished up a couple of muslin sandwhich bags for Universe Man. I even cut the pieces for a winter dress for 'Parkle Girl. I managed to get LSH to replace a light fixture -- only one to go, and it's only been waiting since August. The kids had fun. It was, all things considered, a pretty good weekend.

Just not at Rhinebeck. I think the universe doesn't want me to go to Rhinebeck. I wonder why.

Shoe Dropped

2009-10-15T20:41:00.003-04:00

The shoe dropped this week. I'm not sure if it's the first shoe or the other one. I hope it's the other one.

When we decided to move Universe Man back to the same school as his siblings this year, we didn't expect it to be smooth sailing. I think the phrase was "bumpy transition." He attended Wonderful School for kindergarten, and to call it a disaster might not be much of an overstatement. He didn't go back, though Mr. Personality had done really well in the preschool, so we left him there.

Eventually, after some exciting (in the not good way) times the beginning of the next year, we found Fabulous School, a very, very alternative and very, very fantastic school that was just what Universe Man needed. It was a fantastic home for him for four years, but we knew that he would eventually need to become comfortable in a more traditional school setting, and after some long conversations with the administration at Wonderful School and some school visits, he decided he was ready to give it a whirl. After five years and two kids with us, the school had a better understanding of SuperM Kids than they did that first year, and we all felt that we could make it work.

School doesn't start until after Labor Day here, and with the way the holidays fell this year, in a certain sense the school year is just now getting underway. I've run into a couple of Universe Man's teachers at school and checked in with them informally, and things seemed to be going quite well, although I knew that he was really unhappy in Other Class. The teacher is new to the school, so I figured that I'd give her some time to get her feet under her before I said anything.

All that's sort of the backstory.

Turns out I didn't get to say anything. Or maybe that's need to say anything.

Apparently Monday was a really bad day in Other Class and Universe Man used his fingernail to scratch a disrespectful sentence about his teacher into his desk. Wonderful School thought he'd used a pair of scissors to do it, and of course, it turns out that he had no idea a fingernail could do any damage at all. Fingernails of steel.

When he was asked Tuesday morning if he'd done it, he answered honestly. Universe Man is very honest, so much so that when I get different stories from the boys I almost always believe Universe Man no matter how outrageous his story is. It's usually the truth.

So I got a call. I'd been waiting for the call, and am still pretty shocked that we made it over a month without one.

I heard what had happened, and we talked about what to do. We decided that community service in the school would be appropriate, because we didn't want the consequences to be punitivie. And I told the principal that Universe Man had been telling me about his difficulties in Other Class and that I had been hoping that the situation would improve.

Evidently they knew that there were some difficulties too, but no one knew quite how bad it was. I can't imagine how frustrated I would be trying to pay attention and learn in a class taught almost entirely in a language I didn't speak. The school was aware that Universe Man's language skills were way behind grade level for Wonderful School, and he seems to be doing fine in the language class itself, but he hasn't been able to understand enough of what was going on in Other Class to even tell me what they were studying.

Within hours, the school had reached a decision. Universe Man isn't attending Other Class anymore. Instead, during Other Class he's doing community service and independent study with his favorite teacher for some as-yet-undetermined period of time that could be the rest of the year I suppose.

Did I mention that this is a Wonderful School?

Breathe

2009-10-12T20:59:00.005-04:00

AKA what happened to the summer?

I'm really not sure where the summer went. (The fact that it is now October has not escaped me, so it seems I've missed the beginning of fall too.)

I know where summer didn't go. It didn't go to the dyeing experiments I had planned, except for one teeny tiny one with 'Parkle Girl. It didn't go to sewing any of the projects I had planned, with or without that 'Parkley helper. It didn't go to weekend trips to our favorite outdoor and hiking spots. It didn't go to working on the landscape, or to organizing the house, or to cleaning out the basement so there would be room for a freezer.

Instead, it seems like the summer went to a school year that extended almost into July. Really. It went to getting Universe Man ready for overnight camp (and the less said about that, the better). It went to ferrying all 3 of the kids all over the place. It went to camp and piano lessons and speech therapy, and most of all, it seems, to work.

When I started this gig, the idea was that I would have more time to parent more effectively. And to keep the house more organized, but that was the fringe benefit. I have no opinion right now about parenting more effectively (though I suspect that at least two of my children might have very firm opinions about that), but I certainly don't seem to have more time to parent. As far as I can tell, I seem to have less. I seem to be spending more evenings and nights working, which means less time with the kids. I'm not entirely sure how that happened, but it's something that I've got to change.

Starting next week. I've got too much work this week.

Kitten Catcher

2009-07-07T14:48:00.002-04:00

The kids invented a new game last night. The boys probably invented it, but their sister tried gamely to keep up.

The game is called kitten catcher and apparently the people (or person) being chased is the kitten. The kittens start in The Hole (Universe Man dug last spring) and have to race to the swingset, climb up the ladder, come down the slide, then race over to the clubhouse, climb that ladder and come back down and get back to the hole. All before the catcher catches them.

LSH gave the kids a head start.

Etheric Knitting

2009-04-28T14:27:00.002-04:00

Last year when Rowan 43 came out, I fell in love with Ether. The yarn didn't appeal to me, so I found a likely substitute and got really excited and knit a swatch immediately. Then I got distracted and didn't get to the project so I put it away.

So last night I pulled out the swatch and checked the needle size. I thought it was a bit odd that I had used a needle larger than the one specified in the pattern, but you know, my yarn is awfully different too.

This morning, I cast on. (You can probably see where this is going).

It looked pretty large, but I intentionally used a really elastic CO, so OK, fine. I kept knitting. (But not too many rows because I was only knitting while I was working).

It looked big. Really big. I checked my gauge because sometimes swatches lie to me, especially in inelastic yarn. I was waaaaayyyyy off. I thought that was kind of odd, so I checked my swatch.

It was no where *near* gauge. Evidently I couldn't get gauge at any price last year, so I decided to rewrite the pattern to my own gauge. I have some vague recollection of this, actually.

Moral of the story: check the gauge of the swatch.

I Must Be Doing Something Right

2009-04-22T21:14:00.002-04:00

Because Parkle Girl came to me this evening just before bed and said,

"Emah, you put this (showing me) shirt out for me to wear tomorrow. I can't wear this shirt tomorrow."

Me, "Why not?"

Parkle Girl, "Because, you know." (she is just 3 after all)

Me, "Oh, you mean because you didn't clean up the duplos when I asked you to and that was your consequence?" She nods. "Well, after you cleaned up the duplos, you cleaned up that other mess that your big brother made, so is it OK if I let you wear the shirt?" (A little duck and cover)

Parkle Girl, "Yes. I really want to. (she pauses). You silly goose!"

All that was after she told on herself for not cleaning up the duplos in the first place.

Now... if I could just get her to stay in bed tonight. So far she's only appeared once, which is a vast improvement over the rest of the week.

Random Things

2009-03-30T10:14:00.003-04:00

1. We survived 'Parkle Girl's birthday party. It was a little more exciting than I would have liked because I misremembered what time it started. I was off by half an hour. As in, the first guest arrived and I thought, "gee, they're awfully early." Then the next guest arrived and I figured it out. Fortunately, the kitchen was clean, and the rest of the house was mostly ready, but the food wasn't quite done and I hadn't managed to pick up the lego debris left by the boys. One of the moms we've known for a long time helped with the fruit while I ran around like a crazy person. In spite of all that, I think it went well.

2. Overheard yesterday evening:
'Parkle Girl: Only girls can be doctors
Mr. Personality: No, girls can be doctors and nurse practitioners.
Universe Man: Anybody who wants to can be a doctor. Or a nurse practitioner. Or anything else.
I guess I'm doing a good job, and evidently all the kids' healthcare providers are women.

3. I've found my spinning mojo. I don't know where it was hiding. I think it didn't like the way I was spinning the merino batts.

4. I still don't know where my knitting mojo is. I hope it comes home soon.

5. Now that we've survived the trip to Hawaii and the birthday party, it's time to deal with Pesach. It never stops.

A Week Ago, We Were in Hawaii

2009-03-26T19:41:00.017-04:00

Actually, it's suprising that I'm getting to posting something this quickly.

We returned last week from a week and a half on Maui with my in-laws. We had some wonderful times and some awful times, and about the awful times I'll only say that being sick on Maui is just as miserable as being sick at home and that there are pluses and minuses to having to work while you're on vacation. (One of the pluses is that you get paid).

We started out on what my in-laws call "the other side" at Kaanapali.

While there, we went whale watching, which was fantastic! LSH snapped this picture. We were very impressed.

The next day, we took the long and winding road to Hana. I didn't drive. This turned out to be a good thing, because I lack depth perception and on the way back, I felt as though we were going over the side of the road any number of times. LSH assures me that we weren't, and I believe him, but that's how it felt.

That began a bit over a week at my in-laws house. There were many exciting adventures, interspersed with relaxation, whale watching from the lanai, and coming up with ways to entertain kids who have only brought a certain number of books, toys, games, and videos with them. (The local public library and beaches were key with this last part).

Koki beach was a huge hit.

So was the black sand beach at Wainapanapa State Park. The sand there was declared excellent for building sand castles.

We celebrated 'Parkle Girl's 3rd birthday and she danced the hula for us.

There was a fantastic hike at Kipahulu to Waimoku Falls. All the guide books tell you it's a 2 1/2 - 5 hour round trip, but it only took as 2 1/2 hours, and that was with 'Parkle Girl walking the top 2 miles or so (of the 4 miles) and a stop to eat and enjoy the falls at the top. I guess we're in better shape that I thought!

Later on, we went to Hana Bay, which the kids also declared excellent.

And then there was swimming (and sliding) at O'heo Gulch. The pools there are closed to swimming for safety reasons when there's been too much rainn and when we hiked earlier in the week, the pools were closed. We got lucky though, and when we called to check a couple of days later, they were open. We all had a fantastic time!

The boys even found a "water slide."

The family agreed that whalewatching and swimming at O'heo Gulch were the best parts of the trip, and the kids added Hana Bay to the list.

There was lots more fun and tons more pictures, but now we're all back home and I've got one question.

When do we get over the jet lag?

I'm so tired that

2009-03-25T17:13:00.001-04:00

I just shook the cookie sheet instead of the can of cooking spray.

And then couldn't even write a sentence properly.

Packing Planning

2009-02-26T13:14:00.004-05:00

I don't know how many other people plan to pack before they do it, but I do. Sometimes days (or in this case more than a week) in advance. Otherwise I forget all kinds of important things, and even with the advance planning and adding things as I think of them, I'll still forget something. I'm not sure I've ever arrived anywhere in my adult life without having forgotten something. Often something both obvious and important -- toothbrush anyone?

At the moment, I'm obsessing about what to pack. My mother-in-law has asked us to pack light. I like to pack light. There's a library where we're going and she has access, so that will help. She's planning to borrow toys from some of her friends, though I don't know how much *that* will help -- my kids seem to have rather unusual toy preferences. She has a washing machine, so I can probably manage to minimize the clothing. Which means that most of our luggage will be taken up by kid stuff, or more properly, stuff for the kids to do.

On top of that, I need to fit a lot of plane-friendly stuff for the kids to do into the carry on luggage. We've never flown so far before or so long. I'm honestly not entirely sure how many airs we'll be spending in the air without doing a whole bunch of time conversions and it's probably better that I don't figure it out in advance.

So far my packing list looks something like this:
Books (lots and lots and lots)
Games (card games for the plane)
Craft supplies (stickers, paper, colored pencils, markers, kid safe scissors, tape, who knows what else)
Small toys (Transformers have been requested, but not by 'Parkle Girl)
Knitting (what? Is there anyone who travels without knitting?)
DVDs

Oh yes, and Blue Blanket. I learned the error of my ways the one and only time I checked Blue Blanket (being afraid of leaving it on the plane) and the luggage was delayed. I may tie Blue Blanket to 'Parkle Girl, but we will bring him. Actually, considering the depth of the relationship 'Parkle Girl has with Blue Blanket, I think tying them together is superfluous and possibly redundant. I just have to make sure that she doesn't start disrobing, the better to feel Blue Blanket, since she's been wearing him a lot recently.

And for the rest of the trip we have:
Bathing suits
Water shoes
Shorts and T shirts
Sunscreen (lots and lots of sunscreen)
Homework (you pull your kids out of school for almost two weeks, you bring the homework)
Digital cameras and journals (see above) plus the battery charger for same
More games
Birthday presents for 'Parkle Girl. This would be the year of large birthday presents acquired or planned before the idea for this trip was even hatched. Those are staying home.
More knitting (what? it's almost 2 weeks -- I could go insane if I run out of knitting, and since I understand that we'll be pretty isolated, it's best to be prepared. In fact, I've been obsessing about the knitting for weeks.)

Time to start the real list.

Warping the Space-Time Continuum

2009-02-19T12:59:00.001-05:00

Yesterday morning, I left the house at some unknown time after time X (where X is the time at which it is necessary to leave the house in order to get Universe Man to school on time). The traffic was normal, the kids were more or less well behaved, but I was stressed because if Universe Man is late, there’s a snowball effect because the traffic gets worse by the minute, which can result in Mr. Personality and ‘Parkle Girl being late. Mind you, nobody much cares if she’s late, but still.

Today, we left the house at time Z + 7 (where Z is the time necessary to leave the house to get Mr. Personality to his before-school piano lesson). As we made the left turn, he reported that he had not packed his piano books, which meant we needed to turn around and get them, resulting in us leaving the driveway (for the second time) at Z + 10. In spite of this, and the fact that it is known that it takes a minimum of 12 minutes to get to school, we arrived at school at time P + 1 (where P is the time piano lesson starts). A measly minute, but still, it was real.

I’ve been trying to repeat this feat all day, but alas, it appears that it only works while driving kids to school.

I suppose I should take what I can get.

Yoked to a Turtle

2009-01-30T15:52:00.000-05:00

I started a sweater for LSH a long time ago. Actually, I started several sweaters for him a long time ago. But this particular sweater I started about 10 years ago (and yes, there’s another one of his that’s been a UFO even longer).

It’s a perfectly nice sweater in a perfectly nice pattern, but as often happens, I got distracted. By what I really couldn’t say, given that it was so very long ago. The sweater itself has been moved 3 times since then, with not a single stitch knit in the intervening time. It’s a very traditional looking Lopi sweater with a circular yoke. The body is finished up to the yoke. One of the sleeves was within an inch and a half of being finished up to the yoke. And that’s how it stayed.

I had a pretty good idea how much of this sweater remained to be knit, so I hatched a scheme. I’d knit it when he wasn’t around and give him a surprise gift for his birthday at the end of March.

He left on Monday for a week long business trip, and Monday afternoon ‘Parkle Girl and I hit the stash. There it was – right where it was supposed to be, in a box all the way down. We retrieved it, I found the pattern, and I was ready to go. By the time he got home, I’d finished the first sleeve (up through the yoke) and was about 10” into the second. Now I just have to wait until he’s very distracted or busy and see how much knitting I can sneak in.

5 a.m. Wake Up Call, With Soup

2009-01-29T13:41:00.003-05:00

Finally, a use for robo-calling! I woke up yesterday morning to the sound of two phones ringing at once, just after 5 a.m. I’m thrilled that the new automated calling system functions so very, very well, and I know that they need to let families know as soon as school is canceled, but still, it was a very, very abrupt awakening.

Instead of the regular Wednesday routine, we had a nice, chaotic, but somehow relaxing day at home. Universe Man showed me his literature project, which was hysterical, and Mr. Personality finished the first draft of his book report. All by himself. It will need some editing, particularly because he quoted an important letter from the book verbatim (with quotes though, so no plagiarizing) and also some formatting. I’m very impressed with his work, even so.

It wasn’t all work yesterday, though. Mostly, it seems to have been cooking.

Universe Man decided that he wanted to cook soup for everyone for lunch. From scratch. Without a recipe. He told me what vegetables he wanted to use (potatoes, carrot, cabbage, peas), and asked for some help in organizing how to cook it, took a little bit of guidance about which (really, how many) spices to add, and cooked soup. It was actually rather good. So rather good that Mr. Personality went back for another bowl during dinner because I have to admit that Universe Man’s soup turned out better than the new soup recipe I tried.

During the end of ‘Parkle Girl’s nap, Mr. Personality and I started the baking I had planned. We tried a new cake recipe, to mixed reviews, and made some corn muffins for dinner. Then we made some corn chowder (the new recipe, which I could tell would likely be lacking in flavor when I read it, but thought I should follow the first time through. Lesson learned), and Mr. Personality and ‘Parkle Girl learned about the blender. No matter how we tried (and I even consulted the resident mechanical genius AKA Mr. Personality) we could not get the food processor lid back on after I washed it. I don’t think it’s broken because it worked just fine for the cake, but after 10 minutes of fiddling with it, I gave up, got the blender out, and used that instead. Life without kitchen gadgets would be a terrible, terrible thing.

Today, the sun is shining, the ice appears to be melting, and the kids are at school. I’m back to my usual, but I must say, it’s a lot less fun than I had yesterday.

Mine, All Mine!

2008-02-14T21:02:00.002-05:00

Having nothing at all to do with Valentine's Day.

There is a fairly strict bedtime routine at the SuperM house. Little boys must be ready for bed by 8, but they can read until 8:30. Yes, we're very strict. Little girls go to bed even earlier.

A while back, when we were trying to convince him to become a full-fledged independent reader, Mr. Personality started taking his reading time in our bed. Mostly, this was because he and Universe Man were arguing over who got to sit in the blue chair in their room otherwise, but then again, Mr. Personality never wants to be alone, and sometimes your brother doesn't count as another person.

So Mr. Personality mostly reads before bed in our room, and lately he's been going through one of those "downs" in his reading. Last weekend he was reading Harry Potter, and this week he's been reading picture books. I suspect it might be the kid equivalent of reading a trashy romance novel or a thriller. Because I am a neurotic mother, this drives me nuts, and tonight he wanted to read the picture book I had just read to his baby sister, she of the short attention span at bedtime. Lo and behold, on the floor in his bedroom (which is not where it belongs) was a book I remembered fondly from my own childhood. An easier read than Harry Potter, but definitely an appropriate book for Mr. Personality.

I gave him the book. He told me he didn't want to read it. He finished the picture book and wanted something else to read. I handed him the book. Evidently, it met with his approval, because the next time I looked at him, he was deep in the book.

And the next time. And 10 minutes after that. By this point, it's 8:25 or so and I ask him to find a "stop spot" (family lingo for finding a place to put down whatever it is you're doing, usually referring to books, computer games, or knitting).

He ignores me (also SOP in this family where books are concerned). I get distracted. By now it's 8:40, and I ask him what happened to his stop spot. He continues to read. I remind him that it's a big day at school tomorrow, which it is. He keeps reading.

Finally, I see that he's turned the page to start a new chapter. I remove the book from his hands, sparking a vehement (but tired) protest.

He. Can't. Stop. Reading. The. Book.

He's my child all right.

Mine. All mine.

Mess

2008-01-21T20:09:00.001-05:00

In preparation for (or perhaps in honor of) my new job, we've embarked upon a new organizational adventure. In particular, the part of the guest room/office space that has become the repository for all of those boxes needs to be cleaned out. I need that space to put my brand new desk for the work at home part of my gig.

The problem with organizational adventures is that while they usually turn out well, or at least you hope they do, in the short term they generate mess. Sometimes a lot of mess. Or, in the case of the current adventure, a truly gigantic amount of mess.

On the plus side, many of the kids' games are now playable for the first time in who knows who long. This makes them very happy, and makes me even happier because when they start whining about there being nothing to do besides play the computer (having used up their computer time), it's much easier to come up with multiple concrete examples of things there are to do that are not the computer. With so many games (and there are many, many games), I can usually find something they're willing to play.

On the minus side, we clearly have multiples of several games. How many Memory games does anyone need? I suspect that it's something less than the either 3 or 4 that have surfaced.

On the great big minus side is the mess. We made huge inroads into the mess during Relly Girl's afternoon nap yesterday, but then had to gate a room off from everyone because she woke up mid-mess. Most of that mess is gone now (organized even), but the guest room/office space is very, very much a work in progress. Lots of progress has been made, in no small part because LSH decided to take his day off to work on the house, but it's still spread over most of the floor. Usually that would mean that the floor would be covered for a while, LSH having an incredible tolerance for disorder, but I think my Dad is coming this week and see above re guest room. He's got to have room to walk.

And then there's the every day mess generated by 3 kids, 4 dogs, and a very messy husband, but right now, that kind of mess doesn't even rate.

Random Things

2008-01-07T20:04:00.000-05:00

Random #1

If you're going to give notice, there are better and worse ways to do it. I have no ideas about worse (though I can imagine), but I now have experience in better. The people I work with are (and remain) wonderful people who do great work. So far at least, they seem to be able to accept the reasons behind my choice and to genuinely wish me well. Even the person who hired me (going out on a limb to do so) and trained me. I guess the training took too well.

I also suspect that some others at the company won't fully appreciate me until I'm gone. Just by virtue of the way my brain works and the length of time I've spent at the company, I hold an awful lot of things in my head and know where to find all kinds of things in the archives. Not that I won't answer questions after I've gone, but it's not the same at all.

Change is nervous-making, and I'm definitely nervous. I think that the new position will be better for me professionally and better for my family and the juggling act we call work/family balance. That's what I'm aiming for.

Random #2

Apparently Relly Girl absorbs what's going on at Tot Shabbat even when she isn't obviously paying attention. Tonight she found the small stuffed Torah and started dancing around and singing the appropriate song for the occasion. Most of the words were even Hebrew too. She's had a favorite song for weeks that she sings on many occasions and starts up with whenever we go to the building, Shabbat or not.

Random #3

Keeping kids in books is hard work. Mr. Personality has decided to eat (devour) the Spiderwick Chronicles. He and Universe Man saw a preview for the movie and they know the rule that you can't see a movie until you've read the book (not that they'll necessarily see the movie), so I took the first book out. Today I picked books 2-4 up from the library, and Mr. Personality has already finished eating book 2. Don't even get me started on trying to keep Universe Man in books. At least they like to re-read things or I don't know what I'd do.

Random #4

I think I've decided on my next sweater for me. Or possibly my next two sweaters. And yarn for each. Coincidentally, I bought the yarn at the same time. I'm going to cannibalize my Titled Duster (AKA Tilted Duster) to make Arwen and use some wool tweed I picked up at Webs to make the pullover version of Eris. Never mind the other things that are started or the sweater I've promised Mr. Personality (which will require much swatching and designing, which is my only excuse for not jumping into it) or the felted clogs I should make so that I don't ruin all my handknit socks this winter or the sweater I'm test-knitting that will be for Relly Girl. And I really should get some pictures of knitting things up here.

Good vs. Good Enough

2007-12-19T20:24:00.002-05:00

One of the challenges in my life (probably in everyone's life) is not getting too comfortable. I don't mean that one shouldn't be comfortable -- comfortable clothes are good, a comfortable life is nice, comfortable friends are wonderful.

What I mean is that it's all too easy to accept the status quo, whatever it is, as being good enough. Sometimes the status quo is great -- when the status quo is that Universe Man actually gets up in the morning without having to be dragged out of bed or that Mr. Personality can write faster every day -- that's good status quo.

But all too often status quo is "good enough" and I get used to good enough, even though it's not really good enough.

I stopped taking the reddogs to agility class because the schedule was killing me. In the plan, the trade-off was that I'd be able to spend more time training the dogs, and that I would get to take that time. The reality is that I haven't done any agility training since July. I needed a little time to get my head above the water, and now no training is the "new normal, " the status quo.

And that's not good enough. It's not OK.

Sometimes though, good enough has to be OK. The books are in the bookcases in the boys' room, but they're stuck in there every which way. It's sort of a mess. For the moment, that good enough has to be OK. The boys put the books away themselves, the books are not on the floor, and eventually (hopefully eventually soon), I'll get to it and get the books organized properly.

That good enough is OK. For one thing, the boys are asleep in their room, so it's not like I can do anything about it right now anyway.

The struggle is to be aware of the way things are, to be able to distinguish between good enough and good, and to know when it's not good enough.

Telling Stories

2007-10-07T01:33:00.000-04:00

The way I convinced Universe Man to give “The Chosen” another try was by telling him that it takes place in the same place that Grandma grew up. My children are hungry for information about how I grew up, how the LSH grew up, how our parents grew up. A couple of weeks ago we all ate cookies that used to be a special treat when I was growing up. They didn’t taste as good to me now as they did then, but who knows if that is memory or if the cookies really did change somewhere along the way?

The funny thing about the cookies is that my Dad doesn’t remember them at all, and I don’t know if my sister and brother do either. I wonder how many things there are that only I remember, how many things there are about my childhood that I might not think to pass on.

I realize now that I actually know very little about my mother’s childhood. All I have are snapshots, vignettes. And there is no one now alive who can tell me. I was shocked to learn this summer from my mother’s cousin that all of the cousins used to get together every week when they were growing up at their grandparents house (or maybe it was just the grandmother by that time – I’m not sure). She showed me some pictures from one of these gatherings and said that my mother would have been there but wasn’t in that picture. My mother never mentioned anything like that. In fact, she never talked about her grandparents at all.

All I can do is tell my children the stories I do know, tell them my own memories, tell them the stories of things that they don’t remember because they were too young, tell them stories of someone they no longer remember or never met. The story about my mother taking Universe Man to the wrong hospital the day Mr. Personality was born. The story about Universe Man eating pistachio ice cream with my mother. That he read to her, though he can’t remember it, that she saw Mr. Personality the day he was born and saw him walk and talk before she died.

Memory is all there is now, and it isn’t enough. It will never be enough.

Refraction

2007-10-07T01:32:00.000-04:00

It’s amazing how different the experience of reading a book can be at different times. This is most true of great books, but I suppose also happens with lesser ones. What was exciting the first time is boring the second, what was cute is trite. But a couple of decades can give you a whole different perspective on a book.

Universe Man is currently reading “The Chosen” by Chaim Potok. We tried him on it about a month ago and it didn’t take, but when I suggested it again, he started reading, and he has abandoned the much more conventionally exciting children’s fantasy book he was reading to devour this one. I’m not entirely certain why this book has captured an 8 ½ year old so completely, but I will ask him. After he finishes it.

I first read “The Chosen” when I was only a few years older than he is now. I might have re-read it in junior high or high school, but I certainly haven’t read it since then, so it occurred to me that maybe it was time to re-read, if only so that I could discuss it with Universe Man. (That is both one of the joys and burdens of a reader like Universe Man. I can discuss books with him and it is fabulous, but I spend an awful lot of time finding him books and reading them so that I can make sure the content is appropriate and so I can be ready to talk to him about them.)

What a difference a few decades and parenthood makes! When I first read “The Chosne,” it was my window into a piece of the world in which my mother grew up. Of course, she was born after the events in the book take place, and she didn’t grow up in quite that world, but that’s what my mother told me when she handed me the book those many years ago, and that’s what I got out of it.

What I took from it now is something completely different. It seems to me now that the book concerns itself with any number of questions, but most importantly with the dynamic of parents and children, and with how parents raise their children. Which is not an unimportant issue in my own life these days, and of course something I could not possibly comprehend when I was 10 or when I was in high school. The struggle to raise a brilliant child to be a moral human being looms enormous in my own life and I cannot recall ever having seen this struggle so clearly depicted as in this book. Actually, until I got to the end of the book, I hadn’t really thought about it in those terms at all, even as I feel my way through it.

I will be interested to find out what Universe Man thinks of the book when he’s done with it. I haven’t yet decided whether I will talk to him about the ways in which the book is so very different for me now than when I first read it. Probably not. I’ll just tell him that he should be sure to re-read it when he’s a parent himself.

The Power of Motivation

2007-09-12T16:08:00.000-04:00

Universe Man recently spent a week with his grandfather. He doesn’t start school until next Monday and Mr. Personality started the day after Labor Day, so the extended visit made my life a whole lot easier. (Of course, LSH’s car troubles this week have made my life more difficult, but that’s another story).

In any case, Universe Man is definitely a night person. Of the, “I hate morning, I’m cranky, don’t wake me up, I’m not getting dressed” variety. He is not a morning person. I feel the same way about mornings, so I can relate and usually empathize and we get through those tough mornings somehow.

But when he was visiting Grandfather, Universe Man turned into a morning person, or at least a reasonable facsimile of one. The alarm went off at 6:20 am and by the time Grandfather had gotten to his room to let Universe Man know that it was time to get up, Universe Man was up and dressed and ready to go. This is shocking. It was not shocking when Mr. Personality did it during his visit with Grandfather. Mr. Personality is a morning person and the reason we have “no earlier than” rules at our house and are very, very grateful for the precocity that allowed us to convey this concept to the boys at an early age.

So Universe Man is up and ready to go and when he called me to tell me about his day, I asked why he was getting up so early. I figured he wasn’t going to let his little brother show him up. That may have been part of it, but it turns out that wasn’t the official reason why. Why? “If I didn’t get up, we’d have to go to late minyan. I didn’t want to have to go to late minyan.” So I asked him if he’d be getting up and getting himself dressed for school when he was at home. He said he wouldn’t be doing it then (I can dream, can’t I?), but that “if we had to go to late minyan we’d miss out on a lot of the day.”

On the other hand, he’s really anxious to start school this year, so maybe he will get himself up and ready, at least for a little while.

It was awesome

2007-09-05T20:16:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was Mr. Personality’s first day of school. His first day in first grade. And if anyone asked him how his day was, he said the same thing. “It was awesome!” I know that he said this because he said it to me, he said it to the Long-Suffering Husband (LSH), and he said it to his aunt.

He reported that he learned lots of things, that it was fun, that there were toys in the morning classroom but none in the afternoon classroom (and no playtime in the afternoon), that he met old friends and new friends, and that one of his new friends tied his shoe for him when it became inexplicably untied. He did not say inexplicably untied. I believe he said something like, “For some reason, my left shoe got untied.” All by itself. It could happen.

Mr. Personality also reported that he saw lots of his friends who are in kindergarten this year while waiting for carpool but that some of his friends are riding the bus. He then instructed me to call several parents “right now” to arrange playdates. This is the kind of thing he does, and this is why he may a) not survive his childhood if he doesn’t learn to stop trying to order the adults in his life around and b) one day rule the world.

After we got home, he took himself upstairs and did his homework. Then he showed me a picture he drew, which was an accurate depiction of the event in question in black marker and pencil. Mind you, I sent him to school with a box of markers (not just black) and a box of crayons, as well as pencils.

So far, so good.

Raspberry picking

2007-09-05T19:43:00.000-04:00

It’s been over a week now, but we had the best time raspberry picking last week. (We had a nice time picking yesterday too, but it wasn’t as much fun as the last time). I belong to a local organic farm and although we enjoy everything from the farm, the early spring (strawberries) and the late summer/early fall (raspberries) are my family’s favorite times to go to the farm and “pick.” As in, “We’re going to go pick at the farm after school today.” Which is how we refer to it.

The farm is also just about the only place I ever let my older kids get out of my sight in public. Not out of yelling distance, and the rule is that they must answer when I call them or privileges will be revoked, but in the several years since this privilege began, I’ve only had to revoke it once. That was a few years ago and if I recall, it involved Universe Man walking too fast for Mr. Personality.

While the Bunny Friend and I went and picked the rest of our produce, the boys got started with the raspberries. Eventually we joined them, but I wasn’t getting very far with putting berries in my container because the Bunny Friend wanted me to keep picking berries for her. And Universe Man was getting tired. I don’t remember what Mr. Personality thought about the matter.

So I asked Universe Man if he would be in charge of the Bunny Friend. He is much reliable about this than his brother because a) he is older and b) for whatever reason, he doesn’t get jealous as much. He agreed. (It should be noted that they were both right next to me the whole time). His assignment? Choose ripe raspberries for your sister to pick and eat. Keep up with her. Do not let her pick or otherwise eat overripe or underripe berries or anything else she shouldn’t eat.

He did a great job.

*Lest you think that we do not respect the “picking limits” at our farm, I should point out that when we eat as we pick, we don’t take as much home. We pick our share, we just eat part of it as we go. Sometimes we eat all of it, but not last week.

First grade ho!

2007-08-28T21:22:00.000-04:00

With quite a bit of trepdiation, we’re sending E to first grade next week. Surprisingly, making the decision didn’t take very much time at all. It’s so clearly the right thing to do. I’ll agonize endlessly over the whole thing until we know for sure that it will “take” and then I’ll probably keep agonizing over it anyway. (And in 20 years, E will be telling me that I ruined his life by not letting him go to kindergarten with all his friends. He is, after all, a middle child).

We took E in for evaluation this morning and the school administrator went through part of the testing with him before deciding that she didn’t need to finish it and that the best decision is to put him into first grade.

I worry about the socialization and his friends. He’s been in the same class with some of these kids for the past 3 years, and that’s a long time in his life. But the kindergarten is being split anyway and the classes are right across from first grade, and he already knows one of his teachers really well. We just have to hope that he is able to cope with first grade socially, and that his friends who are in kindergarten will still want to play with him.

I worry about what the other moms will say. I’ve known a lot of them for 3 years now, and I hate the idea of being perceived as the “pushy, obnoxious mom.” It’s hard to balance being an advocate for your child with the possibility of pushing too hard. I think we’ve been too accommodating in the past, and we’ve definitely found that the you have to stand up for yourself or your children to get them what they need.

I worry about what will happen when it’s time for second grade or third grade. “Skipping” a grade is only a stopgap measure for a kid like E. In a couple of years we’ll be facing what to do next. I won’t skip him again. He’ll already be a year to a year and a half younger than most of the kids in his class. This school does have a history of providing academic enrichment, and that gets easier to accomplish for them the older the kids get, so maybe by the time we get there, we’ll be able to tackle it that way. I don’t know.

And when I worry so much, I’ll just have to repeat my mantra. “These children demand so much of us as parents, but the rewards of being with them are equally great.” I guess that mantra is probably true for any parent, but sometimes the challenges are so enormous that I have to remind myself constantly that the rewards are enormous too.

All Physics All the Time

2007-08-20T22:23:00.000-04:00

It seems like we’re making the transition back to “school brain” because yesterday afternoon, for no apparent reason, the boys suddenly decided to fix one of A’s toys. With a screwdriver. Apparently, they were interested in putting new batteries in the farm, but then they got going and took a fair bit of a it apart before they were discovered. They did put it back together again (without new batteries because we seem to be out), but I’m still wondering where they found the screwdriver. Not that they can’t find them, but was it out within baby reach? I’ll probably never know.

That started a discussion about electrical circuits and wiring and soon we were off to a discussion of what exactly it is that travels along fiber optic cables and somewhere we detoured into a discussion of magnetism. J told the boys that this was all electromagnetism, and B groaned. He hated that chapter of science last year. It was pretty dull in his book – I know, because that’s the chapter we reviewed during the incredible 3+ hours in the ER for a cut-up toe with all 3 kids saga last May. When we told him it was sort of more particle physics he perked right up and has been on an electromagnetism/particle physics kick every since.

E added to the mix this morning by getting into a discussion about whether the universe or a whole bunch of galaxies were bigger and then exactly what a solar system was. He then moved on to the composition of the solar system and which planets were what and then he wanted to know all the moons of Jupiter, which I couldn’t remember. I used my usual line, that we’d look it up, and he’ll probably have forgotten by the next time I could look it up with him.

Life is getting very academic around here, and it seems like the boys are excited to go back to school. I’m excited for them to go, because they like it, and also because the juggling act of 2 full time jobs plus 2 kids at home is a hard one.

No time like the present

2007-08-18T20:46:00.001-04:00

There’s always something else I have to do before I can start writing a blog. Something else I have to accomplish or a reason not to get started.

Instead of waiting for all that, I’m just going to jump in. Why? Because I have now stepped in the spot where the Old Lady wet the floor and I cleaned it up for the third time in the last hour. Make that 5 times. It’s hard to remember to step over a spot in the floor when you’re carrying a 5 year old (who is perfectly capable of walking to his room) and putting his 17 month old sister back to bed for the third time in the last half hour. Some days are like this.

Actually, it’s been a really wonderful day, besides the spot on the floor and the trauma of picking splinters out of both of the boys. Hopefully they’ve learned to tell me when they get splinters instead of waiting a couple of days. Probably not.

We went to a local fair where we met a friend of B’s from school and spent the afternoon with them. There were animals to see and pet, rides to ride, junk food to eat, and some extra parents who are thrilled to carry E “on their heads” which we try to avoid these days, given that he’s 40 pounds and not quite 4 feet tall.

On tonight’s exciting schedule, we have trying to keep the kids in bed, which has become increasingly entertaining since A has decided that sleeping at night is for other people, and trying to finish spinning up some merino/silk in time for a friend’s birthday. Which is tomorrow, but I won’t see her until Tuesday night, so I might actually finish enough to give her some kind of present. Oh, and I have to fix a bear sweater since, for reasons that escape me, a whole bunch of ends have decided to detach themselves and start unraveling the sweater. And the bear doesn’t like the shirt he’s been wearing in the meantime, so I need to fix his sweater right now.

I hope he can wait until after dinner.

2006-11-12T00:36:00.000-05:00

HAPPY 8 MONTHS A!!!!

In just a couple of hours, it will be 8 months since A joined us in the world. She's been busy.

2006-11-12T00:34:00.000-05:00

Knitting mojo

I think I might have finally figured out where my knitting mojo has gone. Not sure who’s been borrowing it, but I think part of the reason it left was because of the truly abominable start of my “high priority” list. That’s the you-better-do-it-right-now-because-really-it’s-already-late list.

Anyhow, the list looks something like this:
Dale pansies sweater for A
Dale pansies dress for A
Geek spiral sweater for E
Geek spiral sweater for B
Mittens for B
Mittens for E
Four sisters blanket for A
Plus various and sundry repairs that need to be done. And never mind the other things that should be on the list, like the socks for my Dad, the mittens for my sister, and the sweater for my husband J. What’s conspicuous about this list is that there’s absolutely nothing for me on it. Not that I only knit for myself (except for the mittens, all of the things on that lengthy list are fairly well started, and the baby sweater for A is just about finished). But it has been probably over a month since I knit on anything for myself, and I think that, combined with the pressure of that list, was destroying my knitting mojo.

I just got the latest IK and really love several things in it. Unfortunately, since I’ve stopped buying yarn without a specific project in mind, there’s nothing in my large stash suitable for the projects I like. I know, because I came up with a couple of possibilities and tried swatching them. I even convinced myself that one selection was going to work, but after a couple of rows, I admitted defeat.

On the other hand, A’s sweater is all done except for the finish work. I hope to get the steeks sewn and cut tomorrow, but that’s probably a pipe dream.

2006-11-02T20:09:00.000-05:00

the inaugural post

Sort of by accident, but since I was thinking about it anyway, here I am. All about kids, dogs (or at least dog agility), knitting, writing, and life. Trying to keep all the balls in the air. Sometimes it works. Sometimes they all come crashing down.