I don’t actually own a quilt anymore. Not in the traditional sense. We have a comforter on the bed and a few afghans. One is on the sofa – my mother-in-law made it for Kevin years ago – and my daughter really loves to grab hold of it and pull it down. I have two more afghans in the blanket chest – one that my mother made and one that my grandmother made.
I do not know how to knit. Or crochet.
My parents – a million years ago in another lifetime when they were married – had a quilt on their bed that my mother’s grandmother had made. The last time I saw that, my dad had relegated it to garage duty. It got wrapped around my furniture in the most recent move. I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that.
I made a quilt, back in high school. It was primarily cross-stitched. I’d done 14 Mickey Mouse cross-stitch pattern (boring to make, too, since there were huge blocks of single color.) and sewed them into a twin-sized quilt.
I had intended to give it to my child whenever I had one.
I have no idea what ever happened to it.
But that isn’t really what I wanted to talk about.
Have you ever looked at a quilt? I mean, a real one? Quilts are blankets made up of these tiny little pieces of material. Scraps, if you will, sewn together to make a whole that’s pleasing to the eye as well as functional.
Sometimes it seems like life is like that. Little scraps of activities all sewn together. They’re not all necessarily related and each one is tiny. Left over from something bigger, something else.
Jess’s first words are going to come from the following list:
Just a minute!
What are you eating now?
Hi baby!
Don’t pinch.
What do you want?
There is nothing wrong with you.
Gently!
Play nicely with the kitty.
What’s that in your mouth?
Silly baby.
I’ve had the jingle to Fanta soda stuck in my head on and off for about 2 months now.
Wanna Fanta?
Don’t you wanna
Wanna Fanta?
You look hot
In all that plaster
Drink some Fanta
Faster! Faster!
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Kris is determined that her new baby is going to be a boy. She’s decided this because she’s feeling very competative this pregnancy. During dinner, she engaged in several “staring contests” with Penny.
As far as I could tell, Kris never actually won one.
We all decided for Kris that she should give birth on March 1st, about five days before her due-date. We were comparing all the birthdays and when they were and we don’t have any March birthdays. If the baby is born March 1st then it’ll be exactly one month before Kevin’s. Jeff’s birthday is exactly a week after Kevin’s. And mine is a month after Kevin’s. Which is kinda cool.
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Kevin bought a new umbrella this weekend. I agree that it was raining. And it was raining pretty damn hard. And I further agree that there’s no way one umbrella can cover 2 adults and one baby stroller.
However, I’m also convinced he wanted a new umbrella because he doesn’t feel very manly carrying around my umbrella with the kittens on it.
Why is it that when I’ve decided I really want to get and bake a turkey, I can’t find one? The Harris Teeter did not have any frozen turkeys at all. I mean, I know it’s July, but they could have at least a few. Now I really want turkey and I can’t have it. Deli turkey just isn’t the same.
Jess is learning to cruise around, but she gets frustrated really easily. She’ll pull herself up on the coffee table, and then not be able to figure out how to get back down. Sometimes she can do it on her own and sometimes she can’t. She has this innate dislike of falling and even if she just ba-dumps down on her butt, it seems to result in at least five minutes of sorrowful wailing. And she’ll wail and crawl over to me to be hugged and comforted. Maybe I’m a bad mom, but I find the crying, crawling baby to be extremely funny.
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When Kevin and I were first picking out toys for the baby, we noticed something. There doesn’t seem to exist a single “toy” for babies that doesn’t also emphasize the “learning development” features. Blocks aren’t just blocks, they also “teach about stacking”. A fishbowl full of stuffed fish encourages “children to learn about putting things into containers.” Horseshit. Jess figured out containers all by herself without any need for a $12 toy. Of course, her favorite container is the trashcan. |
When I was a kid, my cousin and I used to skip rope a lot. As a result, I know a lot of jump rope rhymes. Friday, I discovered one of them had been “adapted” into a book. Here’s another one that I sing to Jess sometimes when she’s in the bathtub.
Anabelle, where are you going?
Upstairs, to take a bath!
Anabelle with legs like toothpicks
And a neck like a giraffe.Anabelle jumped in the bathtub
Anabelle pulled out the plug
Oh my goodness!
Bless my soul!
There goes Anabelle down that hole!Anabelle? Anabelle!
Had a lot of errands to run this weekend. We bought:
Size three bottle nipples
A cover for the TV buttons. (Jess is very upset that she can’t turn the TV on and off now)
Paper sleeves for my shadowrun notebook
Vegetables for snacks
Shoe laces for Kevin (too big)
Shoe inserts for me (Jess took the old ones out and chewed on them. Yuck. For both her and me!)
A new umbrella
Sushi
So… my weekend. In little bits and snatches.
Somehow I thought “buona Fanta” was in that jingle somewhere. I’m mistaken. Ah well….
Wouldn’t it be better to use the bigger laces on Kevin after all? I mean, you don’t want to cut off his circulation when you tie him up, or anything.
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::GIGGLE::
When you make that face, I always want to beep your nose.