Because there isn't alot else to say, you get to look at my beautiful baby. Aren't you lucky?
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Friday, 2 April 2010
What do you get when you have one father who works for a very large (unnamed) video game producer multiplied by one mother who can't quit crafting?
Add in one old Tshirt with the aforementioned company's logo on it.
Divide by this FABULOUS tutorial by my awesome friend Sabra.
And your answer?
The dang cutest pair of boxer briefs this side of the Mississippi.
(My son will kill me later in life.)
He wore them today and I made him pull down his pants to show his underwear to no less than three people (not strangers, I promise!).
I really can't say enough good about this tutorial. It was so easy to follow and it made me feel like an expert seamstress at the end. And I've never even sewn with knits before.
I made a second pair tonight and they took about 45 minutes start to finish. LOVE.
I feel like I need to make a disclaimer. No, we aren't so broke that my son has no underwear and I need to be making him them out of old ratty tshirts. But, if you'd like to send money, I can send you my address...
Add in one old Tshirt with the aforementioned company's logo on it.
Divide by this FABULOUS tutorial by my awesome friend Sabra.
And your answer?
The dang cutest pair of boxer briefs this side of the Mississippi.
(My son will kill me later in life.)
He wore them today and I made him pull down his pants to show his underwear to no less than three people (not strangers, I promise!).
I really can't say enough good about this tutorial. It was so easy to follow and it made me feel like an expert seamstress at the end. And I've never even sewn with knits before.
I made a second pair tonight and they took about 45 minutes start to finish. LOVE.
I feel like I need to make a disclaimer. No, we aren't so broke that my son has no underwear and I need to be making him them out of old ratty tshirts. But, if you'd like to send money, I can send you my address...
Thursday, 1 April 2010
Lucas has really softened to Libby’s presence in our home. What a relief! I was truly concerned for her safety for quite a while there.
He really loves his “Bibby.” He’s terrifically sweet with her. Every morning he comes running into our bedroom and cries, “Bibby!” in his most excited tone. He jumps up on the bed and begins assaulting her with kisses. Kisses on the head, on the cheeks, the eyes, the hands and her tiny toes. Especially the toes.
But while Lucas’s change of heart concerning Libby’s eatableness edibility ability to be eaten is great, that’s not what this post is about.
It’s about this kid.
He’ll be two on Saturday. TWO. Ho-LEE Crap. My baby has suddenly turned into a sassy, little, dirty-faced toddler. And like all the toddlers I know, he has a favorite past time.
Watch closely while I demonstrate.
I told you, typical.
(Poor Libby, she has no idea how gross her brother is!)
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
I apologize for those of you who come here for fabulous stories or wonderful photography... or even for crafty goodness. Instead you get me. Bleh.
I borrowed The Knitchick's Guide to Sweaters from the library this week. I wasn't all that impressed with any of the adults' sweaters and most of the kids' sweaters were equally unattractive. I'm picky. It's true.
There were however two fantastic baby sweaters that I couldn't wait to get started on. Unfortunately, I'm not a seasoned knitter with a huge stash of yarn and all the needles you could possibly need. So, my favorite of the two will have to wait a little longer. But, I did have all the necessary ingredients for the sweet little sweater vest, Oscar. (Plus, I love that name!)
I knit up the front and learned how to cable! I guess I'm not sure what I was so scared of, it's not any harder than the ridiculous pair of socks I'm working on (and have been for over a month). I liked the pattern so much that I decided to make it for real. I ran to the store and bought some yarn I actually liked, came home, knit the front AGAIN. I spent Friday knitting the back, seaming it and blocking.
And when it was done, I realized that I don't have a little boy sized 12 months. Sometimes I get a little carried away. So, this sweet little number is off to my sister Rebekah and will hopefully fit her Ethan before too long!
I really should make it again in size 2 for Lucas. But, I'm already on to another project. I have Crafting ADD. It's a serious illness.
I borrowed The Knitchick's Guide to Sweaters from the library this week. I wasn't all that impressed with any of the adults' sweaters and most of the kids' sweaters were equally unattractive. I'm picky. It's true.
There were however two fantastic baby sweaters that I couldn't wait to get started on. Unfortunately, I'm not a seasoned knitter with a huge stash of yarn and all the needles you could possibly need. So, my favorite of the two will have to wait a little longer. But, I did have all the necessary ingredients for the sweet little sweater vest, Oscar. (Plus, I love that name!)
I knit up the front and learned how to cable! I guess I'm not sure what I was so scared of, it's not any harder than the ridiculous pair of socks I'm working on (and have been for over a month). I liked the pattern so much that I decided to make it for real. I ran to the store and bought some yarn I actually liked, came home, knit the front AGAIN. I spent Friday knitting the back, seaming it and blocking.
And when it was done, I realized that I don't have a little boy sized 12 months. Sometimes I get a little carried away. So, this sweet little number is off to my sister Rebekah and will hopefully fit her Ethan before too long!
I really should make it again in size 2 for Lucas. But, I'm already on to another project. I have Crafting ADD. It's a serious illness.
Sunday, 28 March 2010
My dad is the awesomest, most talented woodworker I know. We've been the recipient of some of the coolest gifts (and others that I have failed to document here!).
In November, when we went to my parents' house for a visit, my dad gave me my Christmas present. A baby cradle. He's making one for each of his children. They're to be heirlooms. I just need to decide which kid I like best. The cradle will be the item I hold over their heads and use as threats when they decide to become teenagers.
At any rate, my dad asked that each of his children take a picture of THEIR child/children sleeping in the cradle, so that he could post it on his website. I received a slightly annoyed instant message from him a couple of days ago, "Libby is the only picture missing now..."
*Sigh* Sorry Dad!
You're more than welcome to put THIS picture on your website. Perhaps it will explain why I have not yet taken a lovely picture of my daughter in the gorgeous cradle you built.
1. Libby. Trying to sleep. Trying.
2. The cradle! You built it! Thank you! We love it. Really.
3. Very large bin of clean laundry that needs (and has needed for about a week now) to be folded and put away.
4. Lucas. Sweetly "rocking" his "Bibby." Do I really need to go on?
5. The crib bumper from Lucas's crib that's been sitting in this corner since before Libby was born. Awesome.
6. A very large pile of maternity clothes that needs to be given away/sold.
Again, Dad. You're more than welcome to put this picture on your website. There's also this picture, but you did say you wanted the cradle included in the picture...
In November, when we went to my parents' house for a visit, my dad gave me my Christmas present. A baby cradle. He's making one for each of his children. They're to be heirlooms. I just need to decide which kid I like best. The cradle will be the item I hold over their heads and use as threats when they decide to become teenagers.
At any rate, my dad asked that each of his children take a picture of THEIR child/children sleeping in the cradle, so that he could post it on his website. I received a slightly annoyed instant message from him a couple of days ago, "Libby is the only picture missing now..."
*Sigh* Sorry Dad!
You're more than welcome to put THIS picture on your website. Perhaps it will explain why I have not yet taken a lovely picture of my daughter in the gorgeous cradle you built.
1. Libby. Trying to sleep. Trying.
2. The cradle! You built it! Thank you! We love it. Really.
3. Very large bin of clean laundry that needs (and has needed for about a week now) to be folded and put away.
4. Lucas. Sweetly "rocking" his "Bibby." Do I really need to go on?
5. The crib bumper from Lucas's crib that's been sitting in this corner since before Libby was born. Awesome.
6. A very large pile of maternity clothes that needs to be given away/sold.
Again, Dad. You're more than welcome to put this picture on your website. There's also this picture, but you did say you wanted the cradle included in the picture...
Sunday, 21 March 2010
After much deliberation, we decided to have a Family Movie Night on Friday.
There was popcorn.
There was pizza.
There were gummy bears.
There were stunned children.
There were wide eyes.
There was much excitement.
There was this man.
And since then, there has been many many pictures of Death Stars and R2s and Luke's Medal.
Star Wars? Bring. It. On.
(Yes, that's right. Until Friday my children had never seen the movies. We only watched Episode 4: A New Hope. We're old school that way.)
Next up. Swiss Family Robinson.
There was popcorn.
There was pizza.
There were gummy bears.
There were stunned children.
There were wide eyes.
There was much excitement.
There was this man.
And since then, there has been many many pictures of Death Stars and R2s and Luke's Medal.
Star Wars? Bring. It. On.
(Yes, that's right. Until Friday my children had never seen the movies. We only watched Episode 4: A New Hope. We're old school that way.)
Next up. Swiss Family Robinson.
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