Belated Mother’s day

Hello, and happy (belated) Mother’s Day! Did you have a good one, or send something nice to your mother? I hope so.

It was weird to be on the receiving end of a Mother’s Day card (with $20 note, a lotto ticket and a scratchie inside) and box of Rose’s chocolates. I loved the total cliche of it, but think next year I’ll ask for what Wendyl says she asks her children to give her: candles, flowers or some of their original artwork.

– whoops, just had to go rescue a grizzling bubs who had managed to shove herself up against the top of her moses basket, and wedge her dummy under one ear. The dummies always wind up under the ear, don’t they. It always looks so uncomfortable.

Anyway, this was our Mother’s Day portrait:

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And here are a few more photos of the week (sorry for the wonky sizing of everything… I’m still not on to a good photographing – blogging workflow…)

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Ruby, popcorn and Instagram

First up:

… isn’t it lovely? My dad just emailed it to me. I love virtuoso kids who look like they love doing what they do.

It was a good weekend:

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thumb!

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I’ve started using Instagram to record what’s going on during the week (plus I like the square format; why is is so much nicer to look at than the standard photo rectangle?). Not that it’s terribly exciting, but if you want to see (or even follow) my Instagram posts you can find them here. But in any case, it’s a good reminder for me as to what’s been going on during my week, when I finally get a chance to blog a bit. (And I am trying to be more regular; both for my own sake (when the week goes by and you can’t remember what on earth you got up to), and for Leila. I don’t know what the internet landscape is going to be like in ten years’ time, but I’d like to think she might enjoy reading back about this time in her life.)

So – we got the tights and bloomers on her, and they seemed to work out really well! The bloomers are a bit tight around the leg, so I will add more there on the next pair. But the tights made from my cardigan worked out a dream (though I did have to go over the seams a few times to re-catch spots my zig-zag stitch had missed). I finally got around to shucking a bit of my popcorn, but when it popped I didn’t get the result I’d hoped for. It may be that they need to “season” a bit more, though Dad said with home-grown popcorn it can be a bit hit or miss, and they can lose the water content inside (the reason why the popcorn pops in the first place) fairly quickly. It was still fun to do – and I love the red colour. (The popcorn in question, by the way, is Koanga’s strawberry popcorn.)

The quilt is still progressing, though I confess I haven’t done much since I last wrote. I did head out to Spotlight however and pick up some more thread, so now I have no excuses not to continue!

Argh, every time I sit down to keep writing this, bubs starts yelling. She is just not wanting to sleep this afternoon. I’ll have to tell you about my knitting next time!

Sick, rainy day, and sewing

It’s a totally yech day today, made worse by the fact that Steve has caught a cold from one of the guys he works with. He was looking a bit snuffly and sheepish last night, and when he woke up this morning he sounded decidedly nasally and unhappy. He’s been alternating between sleeping in the bedroom and lying on the couch, snoozing through movies. Boo and I sat in there for a while, she batting away at her play gym, and me half-watching S.W.A.T. (awful movie) and entertaining her.

We had a meeting with Plunket this morning as well. The 8:30 start was a bit of a challenge, even though we only had to drive five minutes down the road. Still, we made it on time, and the Plunket lady was quite lovely with her compliments on how well Leila seems to be doing (no nappy rash! great skin! anticipates me pulling her up into a sitting position! seems happy!). She’s up to 6.52 kilos, yay!

So the morning went by with not a lot of activity, but then I decided I fancied a frittata, after wondering what we’d do with the organic box of fruit and veggies that arrived yesterday:

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So I found this recipe online, and went and raided the garden for spring onions and dill. To the general spring onion/dill mixture I also added a couple chopped leaves of silverbeet, the cherry tomatoes that were sitting unhappily in a bowl in the kitchen, and a poblano chili that Steve harvested from the greenhouse. No photo (we devoured the whole thing!) but it was yummy – especially when combined with Steve’s homemade tomato sauce.

After lunch Steve retired to the bedroom for more sleeping, and I had to swaddle boo because she was getting really grumpy. I hung some laundry on the horrible laundry rack (old, with plastic chipping off and starting to go rusty; I’d love a wooden one, if they weren’t so damned expensive), and then thought I’d do a spot of sewing.

The squares are still being stitched together for the quilt, but I thought I’d have another go at making some of the “Made by Rae” baby tights. (Pattern and tutorial here.) I tried to make some yesterday out of an old camo tshirt, but they wound up being way too tight (as there wasn’t enough stretch, width-ways):

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Take two looks something like this (though I won’t know for sure how well they fit until Leila wakes up from her nap and I can try them on her). These tights were made from a knit cardigan that I was meant to be re-sewing the cuff on to, but in a moment of madness realised they would make the perfect baby tights:

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They are nice and stretchy, and better still, were small enough to only use the material from the sleeves, which means I can hopefully use the body material for something else for L. The elastic on the top I bungled a bit, but invisibly, so hopefully no-one will be able to tell.

While I was on a roll, I took the plunge and had a go at making these baby bloomers as well:

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I found the pattern courtesy of the lovely Alicia, who does amazing things with fabric for her bub. I was thinking of this pattern when I ordered that Liberty fabric the other day, but wanted to test out the pattern with something a bit, uh, cheaper. Still, these green flowers have been kicking around for a while and I never really knew what to make with them. They’re kind of kooky (which I love) but perhaps not so good for something grown-up sized (too much?). Anyway, these came out really well, and I can’t wait to try them on Leila (over the new grey tights, no less!) tonight.

It’s nearly 5pm and the cats are starting to circle. Somehow they always know when it’s nearing their dinnertime.

Family history, fabrics, and a sunny day.

Take a look at these photos:

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OK, so it’s sort of hard to get them exactly side-by-side, but the top one is (probably quite obviously) Leila, while the bottom one is my Dad, 64-and-a-bit years ago. Eerie, no? My Dad was a big baby – apparently 25 pounds at 6 months. I don’t know if he was joking or not, but he said the nurses at his dad’s hospital overfed him with some baby wonder-gro formula.  (OK, now I’ve linked to that article about the hospital I also have to link to this piece on the Portland Tribune website, about my “eccentric” grandfather, “Doc” Nickelsen, who lived in Portland and owned a hospital (my dad grew up next door), and who was a big game hunter and brought home a pet cheetah. Actually, they had a few cheetahs as pets, but Chui, the first one, was the best of the bunch.)

In other news:

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Top pic: some cool Liberty fabrics arrived in the post today, courtesy of Shaukat. The bottom three are going to be used for Leila, I think, while the top I’m intent on using for a dress for myself. OK, we’re about to go into autumn (actually I think we’re well into autumn, it just still feels summery), but you just never know with New Zealand. Sometimes autumn and winter have better weather than summer – seriously.

Middle pic: a few more yards of fabric that I picked up at Spotlight. Still thinking clothes for L.

Bottom pic: I bit the bullet on Sunday and started cutting for a quilt. It’ll be my first, so I don’t have any complicated delusions. I just want something colourful and cozy. Square pieces, and I’m going to tie the quilt rather than sew it (I’m not sure if my sewing machine is up to anything too complicated.)

It’s a really sunny day today. We went out this morning to pick up a bouncinette that I got second-hand on TradeMe, then stopped in Karori to post a parcel and print some photos at the chemist. I got a coffee at the local deli (Gamboni’s), which is brilliant, and Michael, the owner, is always good for a chat. Miss Moo got cranky when we got home (though she did seem to enjoy the bouncinette for a while), so I’ve had to swaddle her for a bit of sleep. (I don’t like to swaddle her during the day, as we do it every night. But sometimes, when she’s really cranky, and desperately needs sleep, but her arms keep flapping around and stopping her from drifting off, well, then I swaddle.)

Sleep tight, sweet boo:

Dammit. Instagram keeps crashing on my phone. You’ll just have to imagine a sweet, sleeping baby instead.

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Sunday

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We had a great walk this morning in Zealandia, the wonderful sanctuary in Karori that’s completely pest free. Nothing but birds and ancient tuatara (and scores of people with baby buggies!). It was a beautiful day. Not too hot, but lovely and mild. I was so happy to get out for a good long walk. I’m really starting to feel like my baby belly has been hanging around a bit too long. It was sort of cute before, reminding me of all those months of being pregnant, and the labour, and our wee girl, but now I’ve had enough. I want to be able to wear my old jeans again! I’m determined to start doing sit-ups every day.

It was a great week, with my sister coming down from Thames on Monday. It’s been a good long while since she and I had some good “sister time”, so we were long overdue for some good sitting around, talking, watching The Misfits on TV, knitting and talking about life. I really wanted her to be able to spend a little bit of time with Leila, after our trip home over Easter, which was just so busy it was hard to sit down and have a decent conversation together. She’s only just come out of a six-month relationship that she thought was going to be a good one. Understandably she was feeling a bit shaky, but those brisk Wellington winds did the job, I think, and helped to blow away the cobwebs. She said she was feeling a lot better when she left on Saturday.

When I was bringing in the laundry off the line I stopped for a few moments to look at the last of the roses. (OK, the second photo is a hydrangea, but you get the picture.) It’s been a good summer. It was beautiful and warm, and though for most of February I didn’t really make the most of all the good weather, it was a wonderful welcome to the world for our summer babe. It’s hard to imagine how things will be next summer, but in the meantime there are all sorts of warm woolies to wrap her up in, and still time for some more frantic knitting before the cold winds pick up again.

Three months

Wow, in the last three months we’ve gone from this:

Pregnant!

Pregnant!

To this:

Brand new Leila

Brand new Leila

To this:

Leila at three months

Leila at three months

It’s so hard to believe how much has changed, and so quickly. In my “previous life”, not much would really change from week to week; I’d look forward to “month-end” for my pay to arrive in my bank account, but for the most part the months were pretty unchanged. I’d get and read a new book, go to a cool gig in town, see a new movie, and Steve and I would make plans for our next overseas trip. But these days every week is so different, and while I’m sure a lot of people may roll their eyes at the way new parents are constantly making a big deal over little things (“look! She just grabbed hold of the rattle and put it in her mouth, so cute!!”), these little things actually seem pretty major considering the baby in question was barely able to coordinate its limbs a week ago.

I had a moment like this a few weeks ago, when Leila suddenly shoved her dummy (pacifier) back into her mouth with both hands. I was at a Plunket group meeting, and someone was addressing the group, so I couldn’t go “woah!” like I would if I was at home, but I couldn’t believe it. And yes, I know how it sounds. Before I had Leila I’d probably have rolled my eyes. But after seeing her in a certain way for three months prior, I’m starting to realise that this little person who is now living with us isn’t just “a baby”, she’s an ever-changing, ever-developing human being with a phenomenal brain (humans, I mean, I’m not horn-tooting just yet) that’s capable of developing in ways and speeds I never would have believed.

We take so much of it for granted, don’t we? Our motor skills, our ability to process all sorts of different foods and chemicals (I remember being blown away when I learned about the human buffer system, way back in high school chemistry, that effectively neutralises acids and bases (obviously not the stronger ones) that enter the system), and our wonderful, wonderful brains that let us interpret the world around us. It’s amazing being able to watch Leila’s develop. She’s gone from a crying feeding machine, to a little baby that’s learning the nuances of sound, of touch, taste, and the rest. She knows our voices now, greets us in the mornings with a huge smile. She tries out new sounds, new noises she can make with her throat, tongue and lips, from raspberries to near-words. She holds her head in line with her body when we pull her up into a sitting position by her arms; she’s learned not to let her head loll back now. She looks around at her surroundings, always looking a little surprised but pleased by what she sees.

She’s a new being in a huge world (in turn a tiny speck in a huge universe). This whole experience is totally blowing my mind. I love it so much.