Knitting cliche

The knitting cliche of taking a picture of the amoeba-like BSJ and then one of it all folded up continues here:

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Made for a friend who recently had a baby girl.  I first made her  a few little hats, but then decided that they were fugly. I had a dream the other night where another friend of mine saw the hats and drew in air through her teeth when she saw them.  They really are that ugly.   Now, a trip to the button store to find some tulip or otherwise flower shaped buttons for the front, and then off in the mail!

What’s your sign, baby?

The girl shows off some of her signs! So fun!

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Her signs to date: bear, hat, light, eat, dog, cow, horse, fruit, more, dad, ball, rabbit, fan, drink (which looks exactly like eat, but she throws her food on the ground).  She can even put two signs together to say “more eat,” which is her favorite!

A walk in the woods

Making progress on my first adult sweater.  Just realized that name makes it seem like an X-rated knitting project. Need better name.

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I love how the colors are coming out in this sweater, hence the title of the blog post.  It reminds me of hiking in the California redwood forests as a kid. And I’m loving knitting with bulky yarns–it goes so quickly and falls into instant gratification knitting.  I think I’ll be done with this just in time for the weather to be warm enough to make it completely unwearable.  Ah well, Autumn will come again.

When your child listens to NPR and Nietzsche

In the car, on the way to school, listening to “Morning Edition.”

A: Washington! That’s where Obama moved to!

Me: That’s right.

A: ‘Cause he doesn’t live here anymore.

Me: Well, he never really lived here. He lived in Chicago, then he moved to Washington.

A: And then he went to the Turkey Village! And he ate a turkey there!

Me: Well, I’m not sure if he ate turkey or not, but he did go to Turkey.

A: I think he did! I think he put a turkey in the oven and baked it and then ate it.  But we don’t eat turkey because we are vegetarians.

And then, the other day at school, we learned that our son is an essential nihilist.

Eric had just dropped the boy off at school and overheard him tell his friend B, “Hey B, you know what is a pretty good song? ‘John Henry.” But then he DIES.”  

Hearing this, our son’s teacher said to Eric:

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me.  The other day on the playground some kids were talking back and forth about someone that is dead. At first I thought they were talking about a classmate, and I assured them that they were very alive, but the boy insisted that ‘No, he’s dead! He’s really, really dead!!’ and after listening for a while I realized that they were talking about God.”

Maybe we need to stop reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra to him as a bedtime story.

Pox, redux

We took the girl back to the doctor on Wednesday, where they brought 5 pediatricians in to look at her rash.  Around this time I realized that the last time they had seen normal chickenpox was the same as the last time I saw normal chickenpox, which was on my own body when I was 6.   The vaccine came out in 1995, when all of us were in college or med school and thus the only cases of pox they’ve seen are atypical cases that happen in vaccinated children.  The vaccine is given at 1 year old, so the girl was just 3 weeks away from getting it.

Remember the children’s song “Miss Suzy had a turtle?” The turtle gets sick and Miss Suzy calls in 3 experts who all declare different diagnoses. “‘Measles!” said the doctor, “Mumps!” said the nurse, “Chickenpox!” said the lady with the alligator purse.” This is what it was like at the doctor’s office.

The longer she’s been sick, the more the rash has looked like classic chicken pox.  I’ve been taking pictures every day or so to document its progression.

April 4th

April 4th

This was about 3 days into the rash, when we took her to the doc the first time and was told that it was viral. Apologies for all the snot in the pictures.  Her poor nose was rubbed so raw that she screamed whenever we wiped her nose so we did it only when absolutely necessary.

April 6th

April 6th

A few days later, the cheek rash is a bit better but now you can see the forehead lesions starting up.

April 7

April 7

Now the cheek rash is better, but the forehead is looking worse. This is when we took her back to the pediatrician.  Of the 5 docs, 3 thought it was viral, one said pox, and the other came in silently and left silently.  I do not know what she thought.

April 9th

April 9th

She’s a complete and total mess here.  New cheek bumps, but what’s most prominent are the completely new vesicles on her chin that look like chicken pox. The stuff on her right cheek is an eczema flare.

April 9th closeup

April 9th closeup

Here’s a close up of the chin bumps, which looked like clear little blisters on a red background.

April 10th

April 10th

Now the forehead is much better, and you can see the chin lesions…

April 10th closeup

April 10th closeup

…starting to crust over. She also developed a new vesicle on her leg today.

April 11th

April 11th

Today most of her face is clear, and the chin lesions are entirely crusted over. Most importantly, she’s back! By that I mean that she’s happy, active, rolling around, scooting all over the place and just radiates joy from her core.

April 11th closeup

April 11th closeup

For those who think that chicken pox is a benign disease, let me disabuse you of that notion.  The girl was utterly miserable for 2 weeks.  Before we knew it was chicken pox, she did go to school for 2 days but that’s was it–really we should have kept her home and I feel a bit guilty about it.  She would have otherwise been home for 2 weeks straight.  Thankfully it worked out okay with my work schedule, but this would have otherwise been really hard.  She also developed a nasty yeast infection in the skin folds of her neck and behind her left ear (she sleeps on her left side) that was extremely painful for her.  I would have preferred that she never gone through any of this.

Of course, there’s a possibility that this isn’t chicken pox, and could just be some random viral thing. I’m going to have her tested at her 1 year visit–if she’s positive then there’s no need to give her the vaccine.  If she’s not, then god only knows what she had and I’m just thankful that it’s over.

The Itchy and Scratchy Show

Poor. Little. Girl.

 

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Started with a fever about a week ago, which resolved after a day, and then a rash a few days later.  Took her to the pediatrician who diagnosed the generic catch-all term for “we’re not sure,” which is “viral syndrome.” She reassured us that it was not chicken pox, nor contagious as she had gone to school before the rash got quite so bad.  The girl kept scratching her back, though, and just seemed uncomfortable.  She’s such an easygoing little thing that she must have been pretty miserable to act like she was. 

It’s getting a bit better:

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And she’s acting more like her usual self.  Case in point–she had previously lost her appetite a bit, but this morning was back to her usual voracious self.  4 oz of whole milk, an entire pear, 1/4 cup of cheerios, and 1/2 a banana, and that’s all before 8 am. 

Even through it all, she kept smiling as best she could:img_31562

On a side note, we’re working on cup training her, which she loves! She doesn’t quite get the sippy cup, but has a lot of fun with a glass and both she and the boy find the process hilarious:

Finally!

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I started this scarf  in October as a travel project, and I only *just* finished it.  It’s pretty but the lace got a bit repetitive, to tell you the truth, and I’ve only worked on it intermittently since then.  It’s so pretty, though, that I’d contemplate slogging through another one for myself as this one is destined for my sister. When I called to tell her it was finished, her only comment was, “But it’s like 80 degrees here now!” I’m not sure if that means she no longer wants it, but a scarf promised is a scarf promised and into the mail it goes.

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The color is truer in this picture–a really lovely lavender. In the 2 yo section I knitted through the back loop on the purl side rows, which I only realized I wasn’t supposed to do about halfway through the scarf.  I think it added a nice twist to the lacy parts, though, and actually like it. 

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Perhaps she’ll take a (sweaty) picture of herself wearing it and send it along to post? It’s always more fun to see the knitted objects on a person.

My next project is my first adult sweater, and I’m more than a bit intimidated.  Doing it with bulky yarn, so it should go quickly.  The yarn is Pacino from Artfibers in San Francisco.  It took me a long time to find a suitable project for the yarn–it’s almost too pretty to knit, to tell you the truth.  There’s always a bit of fear when you buy pretty yarn that the finished product will not be as nice as the yarn itself, or that you don’t do justice to it.  

Whenever this happens and a finished object is ugly, I think with sadness of all the people and things that went into that yarn for no good.  From the sheep, to the shearers, spinners, and even the dinosaurs who provided the necessary fossil fuels to transport that yarn to me, and then of course the time that I put in to make an ugly thing.

As a side note, I think of this too when it comes to ridiculous movies like “Mall Cop.” I mean, did cotton plants have to die to produce one stitch of clothing for that movie? And, again, the poor dinosaurs who gave their life to provide electricity to film it–my heart goes out to them. And the farmers who harvested the crops and chefs who cooked the food for craft services–would they have toiled so hard if they had known their food was going to be part of a crappy and irrelevant film?

She speaks!!

I think this totally counts as a first word.  She does such a good job with the sign, too! So proud of you, little one.

She loves dogs.  Looks for them everywhere, tries to pet them all, giggles uncontrollably when they inevitably lick her.  A good friend of mine is coming to visit in a few weeks and bringing her puppy with her–I can’t wait to see how she reacts to having a dog in our house.

Stripey dress, redux

I decided that the dress was indeed too short, and I realized I had done the feather and fan border wrong, and there were not enough garter rows at the end so the whole thing just rolled up… so I ripped out, reknit a few rows and voila:

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So much better!!  The dress is still too big across the top, but I think I can knit a little cord and add it to the back for a design detail and to pull the sleeves in, then take it out when she grows.I love the malleability of knitting, to make it what you want, to undo and redo.  Truthfully, I’m not much of a perfectionist, and I see knitting as a way to improve that part of me.  I often tend to see things as “good enough” and not feel compelled to make them just right.  With the knitting, I push myself to do that, and am always pleasantly surprised  to be much happier that I did.

Bagel Faces!

My mom gave me the book Pretend Soup a few years ago, when the boy was about 18 months old.  Since then, we’ve made most of the recipes in it.  The boy loves to help me in the kitchen, and usually gets all dressed up for it in his apron.

This morning, we made one of his favorites, “Bagel Faces.”

Chopping like a pro

Chopping like a pro

You cut up cucumbers, bell peppers, and other veggies and put them on a bagel with cream cheese to make a face.  Most importantly, you must have a lot of sprouts on hand for hair.  This bagel had a face until the boy insisted that he was making a Daddy bagel, and daddies have a lot of hair.

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The best part, of course, is seeing your three year old shove it into his mouth, utterly unaware of the fact that he’s not supposed to like sprouts.

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Bagel Bliss