Unfinished

 

I bought this pretty stack of fabrics in the summer of 2011, with grand plans for beanbag chairs and poufs. They showed up on my doorstep my first day of morning sickness with Andrew. Not only was I not in the mood to sew, but just looking at them made me feel nauseous for months after, even when most of the pregnancy nausea had passed (craaaazy, right? guilt by association?) I have come across them in my box a few times since then but haven't done anything with them. 

We painted Ellie's room and are in the process of cleaning out all the stuff that got dumped there during our move 5 months ago. I have spent several hours in there, twice now, cleaning up, and then suddenly more things appear. But it's for real this time (I think?). The boys are getting big beds soon, and the second crib will move from their room into hers. The dresser is already there. She won't actually move in there for a while yet because it's just too convenient to have her in a bassinet next to our bed! But the room needs to be done. Decluttering on my mind.

I unpack a box labeled "fabric". I survey several baskets filled with skeins of yarn, some half-used, some still unwrapped. I see stacks of felt in a corner. I open a plastic tub filled with embroidery floss, thread, bobbins, yards and yards of elastic. I sigh as I pull out bag after Joann's bag with items for various projects that I purchased and never completed. Quilts, fabrics for half a dozen skirts, Jesse Tree ornaments (begun four years ago), crocheted blankets and hats, a playmat for cars. The state of my crafting life can only be described as unfinished.

 

Very early stages of car playmat with all our favorite places

 

This fabric? Not photographing great, but a gorgeous, silky, silvery-gray swimsuit fabric. Because I couldn't find a maternity swimsuit top I liked, I was either going to make my own with a pattern drafted from a shirt I have, or have my more-talented sister make it for me. It never materialized. This stuff is expensive, ya know!?

It hasn't all been a flop; I HAVE done a lot of projects over the past couple years. And I was completely caught up on all scrapbooking over the summer (now I'm 6 months behind, but that's the way it goes?) I just can't stand the thought of all the precious time and money I've poured into starting these projects, only to have them sit in the closet for another 4 years. Or 14.

 

I emptied the bins and bags and put it all in this box. At least it's all organized and folded now, and it will sit in Ellie's closet for the time being - easy access. All the notions and threads went into the plastic 3-drawer bin.

I have never really had my own dedicated craft space, and I still don't. We have enough storage space in this house that storing these supplies really isn't a burden, but I'm tired of storing them. I need to use them. 2014 is going to be the Year of Finished Projects. And oh, we have a lot of them around here. Before the crafts will come the upstairs bathroom, nursery, and basement clean-and-clear-out - but the crafts will happen, too.

Ellie Claire

There are so many little things I don't want to forget, things I am already forgetting. Ellie was 3 months old on Wednesday, and the amount of photos and documenting I've done has been woefully inadequate. Girl doesn't even have a baby book yet! What a cliche for child #4. (I will be buying her one this week.)

  

Nicknames: Ellie, Elle, Elles, Elphaba, Ellie-belle.

Stats: At 7 weeks, she was 13 pounds. She doesn't go for a check-up for another month. 97% weight and 97% height; she definitely belongs to us. ;)

At 3 months, she is in size 3 diapers and 6mo clothing.

Sleep: She is actually a pretty good sleeper now. She had a few nights about a month ago where she'd sleep 6-7 hours straight (!!!) but that didn't last; thankfully, I didn't have my hopes up very high after my last 3 mediocre-to-poor sleepers. She is usually up 2-3 times a night. I can usually squeeze one good nap out of her a day, and a couple catnaps. She usually wants to be rocked for a few minutes before I set her in her bed; usually that settles her down enough so that she can fall asleep on her own. Sometimes she falls asleep in my arms but she doesn't transfer very well (does any baby?)

Temperament: Ellie was born at 3:16am, spent the first day of her life eating a lot and being generally pleasant, and the first night of her life fussing and squirming and wanting to eat and be held. I finally came to the conclusion that she must be cold - the hospital room was pretty chilly and she was in that little plastic bassinet all by herself, just wrapped in a swaddle blanket with a thin hat. I added an extra blanket and that seemed to help. Second day, calm and chill; second night, lots of fussing and thrashing. I was thinking, "What am I going to do with this baby at home!?!?" Thankfully she mellowed out a lot once we were home and she could be in the cute warm pajamas I got for her. She is totally a summer girl and likes to be warm (it was August but with the air conditioner on everywhere we went, her head and arms were always chilly!)

She was a pretty fussy little girl her first couple months. Not colicky, necessarily, just not as calm as the boys were. She had a few evenings where she just cried and cried and I didn't know what to do for her. She is past that stage now, and it's funny that I've almost forgotten it; "momnesia" is totally a real thing. Every hard evening, rough night, tough pregnancy, difficult labor, etc, doesn't seem so bad when it's just a distant memory. Usually.

She also went through a period for several weeks where she would let out a sharp cry when she was picked up, almost like something in her neck hurt. I took her to the doctor and nothing appeared to be wrong. We then tried the chiro, which seemed to help a lot. I am a believer now!

She is still fussy sometimes now, but normal fussy, and is usually calm once she is picked up. ;)

Health: She has had her first little cold in the past week, but really the only symptom has been a runny nose. She acts like it annoys her and snuffles a lot, which is just pretty cute.

She also had a hip click at her 1 (2?) week checkup, and went for a hip ultrasound at 2.5 months to check for hip dysplasia. The u/s came back negative, and we were told she could resume her "normal infant activities." Like, laying around...?

Hygiene: This girl blows out of a diaper at least once a day. I have a perpetual pile of laundry soaking in Oxiclean... 

Likes: Bouncy seat, warm jammies and hats, the Boba, being sung to, being held, attention. She tolerates the swing.

Dislikes: The car (!!!), dirty diapers...

Siblings: The boys LOVE her. They were obsessed with her when we came home from the hospital; always wanting to "pet" her (gentle, like how you would pet a puppy...) Andrew tested a little bit and gave her a few heavy pats, but has pretty much gotten past that. They can frequently be heard saying things like "She's soooo cute!". Ben is usually the most interested.

She is such a mix of the boys. She has Ben's forehead, but I think she most resembles Nate. She definitely has his mouth; a less exaggerated prehensile lip ;) and she sticks her tongue out a lot.

 

We need to get to her nursery.... I spent hours cleaning it out one day, and now I have piles of summer clothes of the boys on the floor to go through. At some point, it will be finished and she will move in. ;)

7 Quick Takes Friday, v. i-don't-know-i'd-have-to-go-back-and-count

1. Well hello, blog! Life has been 7 kinds of crazy lately. Some hours I feel like I'm flying and then 16 puzzles get dumped out and we have a meal and pears get spilled on the floor and then at naptime someone undoes an entire rubber band ball (oh, twice! because Mom wasn't smart enough to remove it completely from their field of vision after the first time). And diapers and baths and laundry, and this is all just the normal routine! And it's all awesome. But whoa, it's hard to stay on top of, even when you try (now that I'm back to trying rather than surviving.)

2. I love my iPhone. I don't like that I feel a little bit like a snob with it, maybe because I feel like there is something about it (probably the $$$$$ monthly data package) that makes it seem a little bit like a status symbol? And maybe that's just a personal hangup (although I've heard other people say the same thing so it's not JUST me.) But still. Like whoa. I use it ALL the time to take pictures when I just want a snappie and don't want to pull out the big camera. GPS saved me when I had to go to jury duty. And Facebook and Words with Friends have increased my productivity significantly. (lie.) It's not indispensable, but it's nice!

3. Spring break does not exist for online students. Well supposedly it does, but each teacher kind of makes up her (her? I think all my professors are female this semester?) own schedule, one teacher that is observing spring break next week has this week's assignment due Monday, so... does that really count? When you don't get 7 (or even 5) uninterrupted days with NOTHING due, I say no.

4. These kids. They say the cutest and funniest things. Some of which I have recorded on FB and some I typed into my phone, all of which are insanely adorable and which make up for any misbehavior. Most misbehavior.

5. Oh, the weather! Glorious 75 degrees yesterday and today. Tomorrow's forecast says 46, and Sunday says 39, which is just poopy. But 2 days of a glimpse of spring - we'll take what we can get.

6. We put an offer on a house last week. I spent a weekend pinning house improvements that I wanted to do with this particular house in mind. They accepted a higher bid (we offered more than the asking price, even - we knew there were multiple offers and we heard they were expecting there to be 10 by the time they decided on one.) I am slowly getting over it but still disappointed. Oh, perfect house with the perfect 2.7 acres in the perfect location at a perfect price - maybe your twin could pop up down the street?

7. Brian bought a new suit this week for an important event he had at work. This is only newsworthy because he hasn't bought a suit since high school. He had two; one has been too short and small for years, the other one, he ditched the pants but the jacket still fit, so when he needs a jacket he wears it with his tan pants. Makeshift solution that was no longer a solution. So we all went suit shopping (why!?!? oh, because I thought it would be fun to go together) and while he got fitted and tried things on, the boys and I hung out, not so still or quietly. Oh, I can look back and laugh. Maybe if I weren't so concerned about what onlookers thought, that the word "rambunctious" might pop into their heads, I would have enjoyed it more. I struggle with that balance - keeping them calm enough to avoid stares and eyerolls, but letting them enjoy themselves and not expecting them to be little statues. Because they are little boys. And little boy does not = statue.
(We were in a regular department store, by the way, not some high-faluting fancy suit shop. Not a non-kid-friendly store.)

Ok, that was quick! Probably because I didn't have to try to mess with adding pictures and formatting that and centering them and figuring out why they won't become the size I want. I love pictures. But tonight, I'm tired.

Divine Silence

After two very busy days (Sunday: Mass, Aunt Lovey's birthday party, Grandpa's birthday party; Monday: tutoring/piano, afternoon playdate) and a Tuesday morning at Granny's because I had jury duty today (!), everyone was pretty much pooped this afternoon. Nate has mostly given up his afternoon nap, but Ben is not even close to being ready to do that, so 2 days of not napping AND going to bed late had taken their toll! I have been enjoying almost two full hours of silence. golden. Not doing anything terribly productive and it feels nice. ;)

I have a vague to-do list in my head, which includes getting pictures from Andrew's birthday party off Meagan's camera (I did bring my own but when I saw she had hers close by I decided to let her do the photos!), writing thank you notes, and taking Andrew's "1" picture for our wall! I haven't done a "professional" picture of him (I call them professional even though I take them because I use a nice background and have them printed at a professional lab, does that count?) since 5 months.

A few days off from homework is making SUCH a difference. I had a lot of work due last week and over the weekend, and I felt like I was struggling to catch my breath! Taking 12 credit hours was definitely not what I wanted, but I was hoping for a light fall semester (6 credits) and then I'd be DONE. Since I will have a newborn and all! School usually starts somewhere around August 15, and my due date is August 3. I just found out that I will probably have to take Composition 2 because they won't accept my freshman English from Christendom, despite the fact that I took a grad level English class 2 semesters ago and got an A. So, 9 fall credits. But then I will be dooooooone. Forever and ever! So even though I feel like I'm barely getting by this semester, it will be a good thing that I took all 4 classes, I think.

 

He enjoys climbing into things. And he can open the oven door. eek.

I finished my skirt that I ranted about the other day. When I pulled the sewing machine back out, it worked perfectly. (That seems to be the story of my life right now - my check engine light went on Sunday, was on all day yesterday, and this morning was off again! All my stuff is like "let's stop working long enough for her to get really frustrated but not long enough for her to get around to trying to fix us.")

When I went to iron the hem, my iron got a cute little rust spot on it! I don't know if this skirt was really meant to be. ;) But, it's done.

I realized that I do not have a full-length mirror (how!?) so I need to remedy that and then I will post a picture of it. It didn't turn out as cute as I anticipated, which is fairly normal, but it's good enough to wear, I think. ;)

This is my current "take a picture of myself" method - with the webcam! Doesn't it look kind of cloudy? This is my "what I wore Tuesday - jury duty" outfit (NOT the new skirt). A guy thought I looked familiar and asked me if I went to his church. Apparently he is Pentecostal, and he thought that I guess because of my skirt, maybe I was too? I am also wearing a headband (so like my 'headcovering'?). I don't know. I couldn't help but laugh. I was wearing makeup... and my skirt is not super long!

My period of golden silence is almost up - I hear chatter from the other bedroom. :)

Sewing Fail

Does this ever happen to you?

Find inspiration for something cute on Pinterest. Think, "I HAVE to make this!" Click through to the tutorial. Super, super easy! Go to the store and buy fabric. Promise yourself you won't start til later in the week once you are caught up on _____. Pull out your scissors as soon as you get home, hoping to have a new shirt/skirt/dress to wear by the end of the afternoon.

And then.

Your sewing machine does crazy things like pucker the fabric, making it appear that your tension is WAY too tight, even though it is on the lowest setting, you have changed the needle and are indeed using the correct one, and re-threaded the top thread and the bobbin numerous times. With a normal cotton broadcloth - it's not like we're sewing taffeta here or something! You curse at the machine (in your head) and vow to move your "new treadmill" money into a "new sewing machine" account.

And then the puckering magically stops long enough for you to get a few stitches in. You look at the tutorial you found on Pinterest again to make sure you are doing the "ruffling/gathering" thing right. She makes it look so easy. "Now, sew two rows of basting stitches and gather!" She didn't mention that it might take 15 minutes, and that you will worry the whole time that you will break the thread because you are pulling SO HARD.

They you pin the "gathered fabric" to the waistband. You pat yourself on the back and even take a picture because this is the FIRST project you have ever pinned, because you are so incredibly lazy. But because you are actually pinning, the sewing angels must descend upon your project and make it turn out fabulously. You deserve it.

 

And then you sew it. And it just does. not. turn. out. Gold star for effort! But no gold star for getting other fabric stitched up in it accidentally. You rip out your work and try again, rolling your eyes and grumbling about how you knew pinning was a waste of time. You flip it inside out. It looks GREAT! Except that you didn't match the fabric up correctly that time, so the waistband is right-side-out and the rest of the skirt is inside-out.

You tear it out again and give up the idea of a different-colored waistband. A simple piece of elastic will do, you just need this skirt DONE, dang it! And then, your machine stops catching the bobbin thread again, and no amount of re-threading will fix it.

You come to the sad realization that you wasted your entire afternoon and got about 15 minutes worth of actual sewing done. And you still have to do that homework you ignored. You could cry, or eat too much chocolate, and you are thinking about how satisfying beating the sewing machine with a metal baseball bat would be right about now...

And then you see this Hey Girl meme.

 

And feel completely justified in your righteous anger. So glad he understands.

So, this happened to me yesterday.

Time is Weird.

Today, we went back to our pre-holiday, pre-sickness routine. Just an ordinary morning, with no TV, no going anywhere. Just breakfast, playtime, books, "school", a few chores.

It was a good morning. A peaceful morning. But a slow morning.

Meanwhile, someone learned the art of climbing up on boxes.

Isn't it weird how some days seem to fly by? Afternoons fly. In general, time whizzes. It's February? Didn't we JUST have Christmas? Ash Wednesday is next week. How? I am already reaching my hand out to catch the first drops of spring. There is no more beautiful sight than sun streaming through the windows. We are hoping to be in a house by the summer - it's not set in stone, but the thought of having our own yard and my own little garden makes me giddy. A few more months of plugging along and hopefully it will become a reality.

The idea of this was to find the first letter of each word. Nate kept saying "g-g-grown-up drink!" Which is what we call anything in a can.

But sometimes, the day-to-day drags. Checking the clock and WOW, it's only 9:15... I dislike wanting to rush time. But sometimes, oh man, nap time is quite appealing.

I have this crazy thought that being able to spend some outside time every day would help on slow mornings. We could put on some jackets and run around for a little bit. There is something about being outside that makes time pass a little quicker. But on a 30* day, the thought of bundling everyone up and driving to the park is just a little exhausting. We could always go hang out on the deck, but the grass is greener in our own backyard that we don't have, I guess. (We do have a patch of grass in the front, but they are putting in Google Fiber and dug... the entire front yard up. A few weeks ago. Still a tunnel to China out there!)

I read a book last year called Fifteen Minutes Outside: 365 Ways to Get Out of the House and Connect With Your Kids. It was good. Thought-provoking. Reasons to take your kids outside EVERY day. I am really feeling drawn towards trying something like that. I am becoming more and more of a firm believer in outdoor, unstructured play.

 

We are phasing out the morning nap, so this was post-lunch.

I love the routine of today. It's nice to be back into a normal, quiet morning without one of us having a fever, feeling like we're going to throw up, or being totally exhausted and not wanting to do anything. 

Also, I take a million pictures with my new phone and probably post too many of them on Facebook! Oh well.

What a rambling, slightly incoherent post. I just want to remember the sweetness of the day, and the feeling of "normal" again. :)