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The Baby Bjorn Bald Spot

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(Times are approximate.)

It has become painfully obvious over this past week that what we have here is a Level 2 Klingon.

Level 2 you ask? While not as severe as a Level 1 (who will only be happy desperately clinging to Mom every minute of the day), Level 2s must be held by Someone every minute of the day. Sadly, in my case, there is little distinction, because 95% of the time I am the only option. And sadly for Eric (but happily for my sanity!) he is clung to 95% of the time he is home.

Makes me wish we lived closer to family, where there would be an abundance of willing arms. But this post isn’t to wax on about my homesickness. (I live in Manhattan! It’s 10 degrees warmer and 6 feet of snow less than MA! There is anything I want within a 3 block radius! I take George to poop in Riverside park and watch the barges roll down the Hudson! Or planes for that matter!)

Did someone say poop?

I’ve been thinking about my regrets about the last 10 weeks. Wondering if EJ hadn’t spent his first 6 weeks screaming and spewing sour milk, maybe we wouldn’t have spent all day and night holding him, soothing him. Maybe we would have tried baby chairs and mobiles sooner. Maybe he wouldn’t spend every night sleeping on my chest. (That’s right, not just in our bed, but on my chest. For weeks it was the only way I could get any sleep, and now I fear we have a very bad habit on our hands.)

I’m a firm believer in Do What Works, but holy god, I would love for something to work other than the Baby Bjorn. (Although, the Baby Bjorn is a lifesaver – it is by far his favorite carrier). He’s in the Baby Bjorn so much he has a bald spot where the back of his head rubs against the headrest. I wish I were kidding. I would take a picture for you, but he’s strapped to my chest (of course) and that makes taking pictures kinda difficult. Especially of him.

(The sleeping/napping/crib thing from a few weeks ago? Must have been a fluke. Or derailed by the vaccinations, because then he needed to be held for a few days straight cause he felt like crap, and there we are again, in the 24 hour holding pattern.)

I wonder how much is in his nature, and how much is a product of circumstance? Now that I know how to avoid making my milk POISON, will my 2nd child (a complete theoretical at this point – shudder) spend their first month happy and comfortable and be content chilling wherever I lay their swaddled little bottom down? Are all first children doomed to be experiments that we inevitably kinda screw up?

Anyway, this week has been a particularly tired one for me, and I’ve had to put the Endpaper Mitts on hold. It made me tired just looking at the tiny needles. Instead, I cast on (for the third time!) for a February Lady Sweater. Garter Stitch is just my speed right now. Plus it will be the first knitting I’ve done for myself in over 4 months, and right now, I need a little corner of the world that’s just for me.

This is the Brooks Farm Mas Acero I bought at Rhinebeck – the only thing I wanted to buy, and for this purpose nonetheless. (Crazy). I was worried about pooling, but it looks like it might just work out as lovely as it looked in the skein and wound up in the ball. (Fingers crossed.)

That is also the only patch of floor that is clean.


Grant’s Tomb

I thought the inscription was fitting today. It is from the tomb of a man who was involved in the most divisive era in American history, and who presided over the 2nd half of the Reconstruction, emphasizing reconciliation, order and the protection of civil rights for all citizens.

Here’s to the power of Hope.

Last Hurrah

From here on out, Eric and I have agreed to begin what we like to call The Seclusion. No more plans, parties, lunches, drop-bys – just time at home to take care of the things we need to take care of before this baby is born.

The result is that for the next month we have a clear calendar (except for a few one-off baby classes), and the danger is in deceiving ourselves that we have plenty of free time. In making an exception because ‘we don’t have any plans’, or rationalizing we can just put up those shelves later in the afternoon – going out for breakfast won’t hurt.

It’s hard to say no to plans. There’s the obvious fact that we rarely get to see everyone we’d like to, and to pass up a chance to get together and do something fun (or just catch up!) seems silly. Less obvious is the guilt. The vague idea that because we have a clear schedule then we have no good reason to say ‘no’.

This past weekend was chock-full of plans, and they were wonderful. Eric went to a Halloween party with some of his college friends on Friday night, I spent Saturday with some fabulous knitters in Brooklyn. Eric and I had dinner out in the neighborhood Saturday evening, breakfast out with friends from Boston Sunday morning, and then some other friends simply dropped by Sunday afternoon for a few hours.

In between it all, Eric and I took George for an early morning walk (2 hours! Mostly because my walk is more like a shuffle these days.) up to Grant’s Tomb:

…and somehow Eric even found time to shop for and hang new blinds, as well as install my nightstand shelf.

It was busy, it was fun, and it was a great way to enjoy our last weekend before The Seclusion began.

Can you tell I’m ready for it? (And yes, those are thrummed mitts I’m sporting. I heart them.)


(In which I try to be interesting, but eventually end up talking about pregnancy, again.)

This little alcove is just next to my office building – what you see is actually the back corner of a courtyard, nestled in between 2 tall buildings, with wrought iron cafe tables on cobblestones and a beautiful waterfall backdrop. The waterfall drowns out the city noise of honking cabs and construction, and the high solid walls on each of the other 2 sides give a sense of security, and intimacy. You could almost imagine you were in a European city, discovering a tiny cafe in a quaint little corner of the old district.

I’ve walked by it at least twice a day for more than a year, and yet I’ve only sat in it once. (The day my new camera arrived and I couldn’t wait until after work to take it on a test drive.) It’s really a shame.

I’m sharing this with you because I have very little knitting progress to report – the past few nights I’ve been working on shopping for all the remnants of things we still need after the shower, and getting the new bedroom set up (I had no linens on hand for a king-size bed before now). By the time I finish the absolute minimum of what I need to get done, it’s pushing 8 o’clock and Eric and I are scrambling to assemble dinner in the simplest manner possible. A few rows of knitting is all I can manage before I slump into the luxurious expanse that is our new bed.

Oh, wait, I haven’t told you about our new bed? It’s awesome. No, it’s more than awesome. It’s freakin awesomelicious. I never thought that we would need a king, or that it would make such a huge difference (no pun intended!) but it does. Apparently, my awkward, lumbering attempts to roll over take up an alarming amount of mattress width. Now, I can struggle to turn, or stretch in any direction without pushing a dog off the bed, or elbowing Eric in frustration.

We are all much happier.

As for the baby, he seems fine. Kicking and moving like mad, but no way to tell up from down, despite how hard I try. I spend (way too much) time trying to figure out hands from feet, head from rump, and quite frankly, if my guesses were right, then he would be impossibly convoluted in there (like a Mr. Potato doll put together by a drunk Picasso). So, I’m trying to sit back and accept whatever comes and not worry about making a decision until we know there’s one to be made.

One thing’s for sure – there will be no attempts to deliver this baby breech. Not only did 2 doctors speak up on this point, but a few others of you were quite adamant about this as well. Your words confirmed my own inclinations, which were then set in stone when my childbirth class instructor (a doula and a huge fan of the Dr. Sears books) said flat out that it would be impossible to find a provider in NYC who would deliver a baby breech.

A relief for me, because the Dr. Sears books (which I like) would have me press the point (depending on what sort of breech) and try to find a provider who would at least attempt to deliver breech. I get why, but it was not the route for me, regardless of the situation.

Anyway, enough rambling from me. Hopefully good knitting content next time.

An Excursion

To celebrate the arrival of my new camera, and the completion of the Endpaper Mitts, I took them down to Rockefeller Center for a little photo shoot.  It was a great idea, if I do say so myself:  it was a gorgeous autumn day, and only a short walk from my office.  Bonus points for choosing a location where I wasn’t the only nutjob pulling a camera out every 5 seconds to take a picture.

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Oh.  And it was fun too.

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This is on the hedges just above the skating rink:

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In the background you can just make out (very fuzzily) the workers painting the statue in preparation for the holiday season.

I work 4 short blocks from Rockefeller Center, and this was only the 2nd time in a year I’ve been down there during the day.  Really, it was only the thrill of getting to use the camera during daylight hours that prompted me to do it…

I’m wondering if having a (good) camera is kind of like having a dog?  We never knew our neighbors or went out for walks around the block before George – but now we’re out 3 times a day and are on a 1st name basis with half the people within a 4 block radius. 

This camera has me interacting and looking at the city and my surroundings in a whole new way as well.  It’s interesting to think about.

The Camera – Details

The new camera is a Nikon D40.  Nothing fancy, just an entry-level DSLR that I was able to pick up on sale.  It wasn’t my absolute first choice, but it was on the list of models that I would be happy with, and when I found one in my price range (after 6 months of watching and waiting!) I snapped it up.

Endpaper Mitts – Details

Links:  Ravelry, Projects Page

These took about a month to knit, and although I was nervous about the tweed overpowering the pattern, after a good blocking everything cleared up fine.  The pattern was great (as per Eunny’s usual), clear, clever, concise, and it’s given me a taste for stranded knitting again.