This sums it up

I think last year when Wren was six weeks old, I wrote a short poem about what we do.  Chickadee is six weeks old today, and a friend from church shared the following photo of the three of us from Sunday.

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The two girls are passed out on my lap and by the looks of the bags under my eyes I want to join them!  I’m enjoying every minute though, and I will gladly trade in my sleep for some hot coffee in order to keep up.

 

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Newborn Cocoon and Knotted Pixie Hat

I just love knitting for newborns!  There’s just something sweet about making something new for a little one.  It doesn’t hurt that knitting for a newborn doesn’t take much time or a lot of yarn.  A few stitches here and there, and before you know it, the project is done!

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I also like the creativity that comes with knitting.  I truly enjoy coming up with ideas, doing a little math, and having my vision become tangible.  I do a lot of mental processing before I jot down my notes and it can take a few days or weeks before I actually cast on.  Once the project is finally cast on, I usually have to do a little tinkering, especially if my model has grown since I took initial measurements. Continue reading

Fixin’ to be an old lady

My old next door neighbour greeted me one evening as I was sitting on the front stoop enjoying the wonderful weather.  “You’re fixin’ to be an old lady,” he said.

It was true that I was partaking in a generally thought of old lady activity:  knitting.

He also reminded me that I had a garden and baked goodies for the neighborhood.  I chuckled and then took a sip of my tea.

Perhaps he was onto something.  How is it that grandmas are so good at baking pies and quick at knitting socks?  How do they make biscuits without a recipe, measuring in pinches and dashes?

They don’t turn into grandmas overnight, obviously.  They’ve had decades of experience.

So while I still painstakingly and slowly knit each stitch and check each step of the recipe twice, I know that this is just practice.  At some point I’ll be proficient like a grandma.

So, yeah, I’m fixin’ to be an old lady, and that’s fine by me.

Please step away from the shopping cart

My family and I were out shopping today and a grandfatherly man said loudly and in our direction, “I see an adoption!”

I knew he was talking about us, the two white people with our black and white daughters.  I was trying my best to ignore him, paying attention to the items in my cart.

He came closer and asked more directly, “Have you adopted?  Where is she from?  Will I see you in church on Sunday?”

My husband, Okey, replied, “Yes, one of our daughters is adopted.”

I replied, “Local.”

We said, “Yes, we go to church.”  (For the record we likely won’t see him on Sunday at our church.)

Sometimes I feel like there’s this arrow which points people to us.  Usually if people say why they are interested in our family, I respond better to their inquiries.  However, it just felt like our family was a novelty to him.  I didn’t feel like putting on a show.

Wren and I are so in tune with each other, I could sense that she was awkward around him.  Was it because of how he spoke or did she pick up on my apprehensions?  I realized that the novelty of our family will never fade and that our sweet daughter will be subjected to this for the rest of her life.  It made me sad that I can’t give her normalcy.

Then he wanted to touch our sweet Wren, and I told him “No.”  I tried to explain that we were recently recovering from colds (it’s true), and I tried to make it obvious that we had a newborn too that I didn’t want to get sick.  Then he tried to shake my hand, and I’ve never felt more like Adrian Monk the fictitious germaphobic detective.  Okey shook hands with the grandfatherly man, and no joke, I went in search of sanitation wipes.

Although I want to wipe away this experience, I know that encounters like this will never end.  The question is, will we ever be prepared for them?

Newborn Leg warmers and Hat

We’re adjusting to the newest family member, Chickadee.  She’s a pretty opinionated little lady who likes to wake up and stay up around 2:00 am.  As parents, Okey and I are pretty much relaxed as we have done this before.  The only major difference is it’s harder to follow the advice of “sleep when the baby sleeps.”

Wren goes down for one long nap right after lunch.  Ideally, Chickadee should nap during this time period.  She does not like this idea very much.  On the rare occasion that she does sleep, like now, I find myself unable to nap due to the copious amounts of caffeine I’ve had to inject digest to keep up with the most mundane of daily tasks.

I’m not complaining as now I’ve found time to return to the blog after a three week hiatus, but what can I write about?  The first two paragraphs pretty much cover it all.

Hmm, knitting?  Yes, of course I’ve been knitting. Continue reading