March 7th, 2014
Last Fall I got frustrated with buying pants for Emmie only to bring them home and realize that they were too big in the waist and too short in the leg. So, I started sewing for her. It’s just as crazy as it sounds. But, I made 2 pairs of leggings for her that fit pretty well and then this winter I made 3 pairs of fleece pants that fit perfectly.
Here is a weird picture of her green leggings. I made the 2T (2 year old) size and added 4 inches to the bottom. Yes, she is 3 years old. You can see that the length is fine but not great.
Today it was finally warm enough for her to wear leggings again so I pulled out the green pair only to realize that she’s grown 2 inches since I made these. Also, the waist is still a little too big. Luckily, I still have a lot of this green. I will be whipping up a new pair of 2T leggings with 6! inches added to the bottom. Good grief!
Now if only I hadn’t broken my last needle. I guess I’ll have to go to the sewing shop. Poor me!
November 7th, 2013
I discovered that some desk drawers from Ikea fit under my new Ikea couch. Yes, most of my furniture is from Ikea. Ok, all of my furniture is from Ikea. I put some of my knitting supplies in the drawers so that I have access to them but they are still hidden by the couch skirt. (Yes, that is a towel on the couch. My wonderful little girl barfed on the couch 3 weeks ago and I only got around to bringing the cushion covers to the dry cleaners 2 days ago.)
Between toys and books and knitting, the living room is usually a mess. I always like coming up with ways to contain the clutter. Little household hacks like this are my favorite thing. I always feel so clever and awesome when I think of them. I have a lot of them, too so I may start sharing more.
September 10th, 2013
I always think of Emmie as an extrovert: she hates staying home all day, she loves going to school to see her friends, she won’t let me leave her alone in a room, etc.
But every once in a while, she just wants to sit at home and listen to Curious George stories on CD.
Of course, she spends most of the time retelling me each line at the top of her voice.
Do all 3 year olds talk this loud? She shouts everything unless she knows I’m going to say no – then she mumbles.
I thought she might have a hearing problem but can hear the words “ice cream” whispered from across the apartment.
I don’t have a good ending for this post so here’s a weird picture of her at the park
August 21st, 2013
In February I moved from Chicago to Minneapolis. It’s a little cooler here and a little less frantic but otherwise it’s a similar culture and climate. But over the last 6 months I have noticed a few things that I can only chalk up to the decreased pollution.
Emmie has my very, very sensitive skin. We both need fragrance free everything or we get a rash. I had been rubbing her down with Vaseline every night since she was born or her skin got pink and pebbly. If I forgot for more that one day she got red lines under her knees and elbows. I used (fragrance free) body oil after showers and hand lotion after washing.
When I was pregnant, I developed rosacea. It started out looking like little red spots and just got worse. I got very sick of people asking if I just come in from outside. I got a cream from the doctor that mostly helped but I was still pinker.
Since moving to MN, neither of us have had skin issues. And we moved in winter when it is the driest. Occasionally, I will have to doctor some spots on Emmie’s legs or moisturize my hands but for the most part we are cured. I even stopped using my rosacea cream because it was drying out my skin too much.
Every winter since she was born Emmie has gotten sick in October and had a night cough until spring. We would run humidifiers, rub VapoRub all over her and it wouldn’t help. I would take her to the doctor and they would say that it was viral and it would go away. It never did. Until we moved here.
Emmie has not coughed at night since we moved here. She’s been sick, she’s snored (she snores all the time) but none of those dry, body racking coughs that would keep me up at night with worry.
We moved here for a lot of reasons and I am so glad we did for a lot of things I didn’t expect. This is one of those things.
We are spending a lot less on chapstick, too.
June 5th, 2012
Olinga pointed out that I hadn’t posted in almost a year so I thought I’d break my silence with a fire. Yay!
So, I was heating some oil in a pot while chopping vegetables. Emmie was helping by handing me bowls. I heard a FWUME and turned around to see flames shooting out of the pot onto the microwave.
I yelled to Emmie to go find her daddy and slammed a lid on the pot. I found out later that Olinga had come out when he heard the alarm, scooped her up and fled to the bedroom. It took a bit to find the smoke detector but after fanning it and opening windows, the smoke started to dissipate. Hopefully the smoke in my lungs will start to fade as well.
I’m proud of my cool in the face of emergencies like this and of Olinga’s trust that I would take care of the issue or ask for help if I needed it. I’m also proud that Emmie listened even though she was terribly scared and was heading to her daddy when he found her. Next time, though, I’ll figure out where the smoke alarm is before a fire happens because that noise was scarier than the fire for all of us.
October 4th, 2011
I have been watching copious amounts of TV for years. It keeps me company when I clean. It keeps my ears occupied when playing video games. It keeps me going when I’m knitting.
This blog has always been for random life things and knitting. I didn’t want to talk about TV here because I felt a little embarrassed about how much TV I watch.
Well, I am owning my hobby and starting a blog to honor it:
Sarah’s TV Blog
It will also include Bears football and movies. You may even get some baseball if I’m lucky enough to catch a Twin’s game.
September 8th, 2011
Emmie has very specific tastes and views about everything but especially food. She’s not picky, she’ll eat most things…as long as you don’t have something better. If I am in the kitchen or eating something, she screams until I give her some. If I don’t, she throws her body on the floor. Of course, she does this about 10 times a day so that’s not new. I usually give her a sippy cup to pacify her in order to give the microwave time to do its job. I try to make all her food in advance because of all of this.
Once in the high chair, she plays, eats, plays eats and screams. I have to pay very close attention because she will be eating very slowly and then all of sudden she’ll be out of food and screaming. She knows the sign for more but has realized that if I’m not looking at her, signing doesn’t do any good. So, she screams and then signs more when I look at her. I guess that’s a little better.
Her favorites are melon, strawberries, bananas – really any fruit – cheese and anything with cheese on it. Seriously, she could make a meal of fruit and cheese and be blissfully happy. I cut up peaches and other fruits into baby size pieces and freeze them so I can just defrost and serve. Cheese I shred and she just stuffs it into her mouth in large handfuls.
The one problem with serving her fruit and cheese is that if I have something else, she wants that. And she screams about it. I have figured out that if I give her a tiny bite of my food, she will eat several bites of her own food before demanding more of mine. I have taken to eating very quickly in order to get rid of temptation. Even if we’re eating the same thing she sometimes thinks mine is better and demands it.
Yes, she really does scream this much. Luckily, it’s not really that loud or ear-piercing as some kids’ screams but I’m still hoping it’s just a phase and once she can say ‘more’, she’ll stop screaming. Right?
July 28th, 2011
I decided I needed a new project. Emmie’s main teacher is leaving her daycare so I thought I’d make a scarf or something for her. So, I pulled out all my knitting books and magazines that I thought would work. About 6-7 books and magazines. I flipped through each of them until I found this:
The Cache Boeur bergamo. I longed to make this but not for her teacher. I moved on. I kept looking and looking and finally came back to it. It’s so pretty. She’s not leaving for a month. I have plenty of time to make this and something else for her.
I found a dark purple ribbon yarn that was knitted into most of a top. I had run out of yarn but left it all together waiting for yarn that would never come. I ripped it out and knit a swatch. Too skinny and too drapey.
I found a thicker light purple (yes, my stash is mostly purple and blue and yellow for some reason) merino that I had been saving for a sweater and started up. Perfect gauge. Looked pretty good…but it did not want to be a sweater. If I’m completely honest with myself, I don’t like wearing chunky knits. So often, though, I am not honest with myself. This only took about 1.5 inches of knitting before I ripped that out, too.
And now I am knitting this:
I knit Cozy several years ago for my grandmother and loved it.
That is what it takes for me to start a project. I always rip out at least twice (I’ve ripped this Cozy out twice already) and I usually change my mind halfway through every project. Because it has to be perfect.
July 19th, 2011
There’s a website called Parent Hacks. I love it so much. One of my recent favorites: VapoRub under your nose to protect you from bad smells like stomach flu cleanup.
So here’s a knitting hack: I was casting on for a new project and I needed some stitch markers. My knitting kit was waaayyyy over on the other end of the love seat so I used my wedding rings. Then, on the way back, I plucked them off and replaced them on my finger. And I never had to get up.
What are your favorite knitting hacks? Or any hacks?
June 17th, 2011
My baby turns one today. She is still such a baby. She says “Mamamamamama” but I don’t think she knows what it means. She still fits in her infant car seat, although it’s getting close. She has 1.75 teeth. Of course, she will always be my baby (I, the older sister, am still my mother’s baby) but she’s also so big: she was standing, leaning against me and suddenly let go and threw her hand up in the air as if to say “Ta Da!”. She drinks almost no bottles now – just one in the morning and evening and sippy cups during the day. She loves to read books and turn the pages. Whenever she hears Paul Simon, she starts bobbing up and down and waving her little fist (thumb out like a hitchhiker).
I haven’t been taking many pictures of her lately because I don’t want to step away from her long enough to pick up the camera. I just want to drink in her dark blue eyes, the curve of her cheek and her sweet little voice. Whenever I grab the camera, I get 3-4 shots and then she sees it and the moment is lost. The pictures are important but so is a little cuddle and some squeals.