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Momhood

September 8th, 2014

Carly at 22 weeks

Well.

Carly Catherine arrived at 11:25pm on March 29, and my world bloomed.

“Bloom” is the best word I can think of to describe it. It’s as if all the colours are brighter. All the moments are more precious. All the love is so much stronger. Carly arrived, and it was like Spring after a lifelong winter.

If you’ve been following my updates on Twitter and Instagram, you have a good idea how much in love I am with being a Mom. In Canada, most of us are lucky enough to have a full year off with a new baby. I can’t explain how grateful I feel to have this time with Carly, even though it’s flying by.

She’s already 5 months old, can sit up and roll over, and amazes us with something new every day.

When I was pregnant, I wasn’t sure how I’d manage to fill up all the time. What does one DO with a tiny baby? As it turns out, our days are full and go by so quickly. We’ve been taking long walks, doing mom and baby yoga, having lunch with friends, playing, doing housework, reading books, napping, and somehow, it’s 6pm and Sandra’s almost home, and it’s time for dinner, a bath, and bed.

Carly’s just started napping reasonably well. I take the first nap of the day with her, until 10:30 or 11, and the rest, she’s on her own. She typically gives me anywhere from an hour to 2.5 hours, so I’ve just regained some chunks of time for things like cooking and… gasp… knitting.

That’s right. I’m knitting.

I didn’t talk about it at the time, but a few years ago, my hands started cramping up every time I’d hold the needles. This was around when my mom was going through her stem cell transplant for lymphoma, and it felt like such a betrayal that I couldn’t find peace in stitches. Slowly, I stopped knitting. To the point that when we moved into this house last year, I didn’t even unpack my yarn, needles, or notions.

When I was pregnant, I tried to knit. I forced my way through a simple hat for Carly. (One she only wore a few times because of the time of year!) But it hurt, oh man, did it hurt.

But then, I felt guilty my daughter didn’t have any handknits. So I went deep into my basement, and deep into my stash, and found some sock yarn that I’d purchased a long time ago, thinking it’d be nice for a baby.

And I knit.

And it didn’t hurt.

Maybe it’s the hormones, or maybe it’s the weight loss (or both), but I can knit again. And I’m loving it again.

Glendale

So here’s Glendale. It’s a quick-knit baby top with a fun construction. And you know you have sock yarn just waiting to turn into something beautiful.

Right now, I’m almost done with a grown-up size version, and am plotting my next designs.

It feels good to be back. I’ve missed you.

Long time gone

February 27th, 2014

Geez it’s been a long time since I wrote here. So long, in fact, that I’m about 4 weeks away from giving birth to our first daughter. But let me back up. Since I last posted, I’ve: Bought a new house Renovated and sold our old house Gone to Florida to meet my sister, brother […]

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The great de-stash of 2013 (part 1)

March 25th, 2013

Just in case these few weeks weren’t crazy enough, Sandra and I decided to buy a more family-friendly house with a bigger yard for the dogs and any future kidlets! Part of moving means de-stashing, so here we go! Preference to local pickups but I’m happy to ship anywhere for actual postage cost. I’m sorry, […]

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