The Nine Hour Sweater

Since I had experience in making one sweater under my belt, I felt fully empowered to make modifications. (Ahem.) I had made this sweater from this pattern before and so I knew what changes I wanted to make. Primarily, I wanted to add buttons. Secondly, I wanted to make the project quicker so I decided to knit it in the round. I think I managed to shave an hour off the total knitting time.



^ Big sissy saw that I added a prop to the photo and decided to help add more. I love these girls.

My full knitting notes are here.


Her Nickname for Dada

My husband’s home office is in our living room on the main floor. He wanted to be “in the middle of things.” While I try to play with the girls upstairs in their rooms while he works, eventually we have to pass through the living room to get to the kitchen.

My husband is also an early riser, so he’s usually sitting at his computer by the time I bring Wren down for her breakfast.

What I’m trying I say is, he is in that room a lot. From a toddler’s perspective, he probably lives in that room.

Another thing to note about my husband is that he is part Native American Indian. The perk to his inability to grow a beard is that he doesn’t need to shave everyday. Still, some patchy spots grow, and our curious toddler Wren tries her hardest to pick them off of him. She liked learning the word for his short facial hair, I’m guessing, because it rhymed with “bubble”

One Sunday a month, he has early morning meetings at the church. So as we descended the stairs one of those mornings, Wren noticed his empty chair. She asked, “Where Stubble?”

Kids say the cutest things, don’t they?

A Letter for Wren (22 Months)

Dear Wren,

I know that you are going to look up this blog some day to see all the crazy things your mother wrote about you.  Please know that I did all of this out of love.  You are so precious to me, and I want to remember forever all of the wonderful things you say and do.

Like this morning, you tried to get into the bathroom on the main floor, but your father and I had put a childproof door knob cover on it.  You stood there, with your arm stretched, on your tippy toes, trying your hardest to get it to open, when at last you said, “Uh oh.  Why is this locked?”

Your language skills have exploded this past month.  Did you make this your New Year’s resolution?  If so, you are succeeding.

You now say “please” and “danka” unprompted.  We don’t know where you learned to speak German, but we are very proud that you are bilingual.

You like it when Elmo calls you on the old iPhone we let you play with.  He told you that he likes pretending to be a cow, and the both of you mooed together.

You say “woof” when you see a dog, and your grin stretches ear to ear.  You say “ow” when asked to mimic a cat.

I believe you think your sister’s name is “sister.”  I tried to explain that you were a sister, too, but I think you didn’t believe me.

When I’m in the kitchen, you have to have your whisk and bowl.  When I knit, you have to have your pair of plastic knitting needles.  My working yarn is constantly being knotted by you.

You like to pretend.  You pack your purse and go to the door saying “bye bye.”  You fed your father and me the yummiest soup last night.  You take wonderful care of your dolls Sammy and Bonnie as well as your sister’s doll Sunny.

You hate wearing socks, and you always take them off your sister.  You do place a hat on her head.  Like you literally place a hat on her head, and you look so proud, too.

Your little sister adores you, and you know it.  You make sure to play where she can see you, and you actually share your toys.

Do you remember that extra sheet I had you sleep with all week?  It was so that it would pick up your scent so that we could get your sister used to sleeping in her new bed.  I had hoped it would work since the only place she liked to sleep flat was in your bed.  Well, it worked.  Danka.

I love you and look forward to many more adventures with you.  How about I wake you up from your nap right now and let’s go play in the snow again.


Your maman

Knitted Cat Hats (Not for Cats)

The following project was made from one of the knitting books I got for Christmas: Animal Hats by the creative Vanessa Mooncie.  Each hat pattern is offered in either a child size or an adult size.  The author didn’t make it clear what a child meant, so I decided to scale down the yarn size and needles to make a hat for my toddler.  As a result, I made a hat that fit my infant.

The cat hat is knit flat and in intarsia.  The inner and outer ears, cheeks, and nose are knit separately and attached at the end.  The whiskers and eyes are added embellishments that are sewn on.  So while cat hat worked up prettily easily, it took forever to sew.

That being said, it only took a day to make.

So I made two.

I skipped the step for lining the hat because I was afraid it would make the hats fit tighter.  My knitting notes can be found here.

The past two hours: A mother’s timeline

We are home. Why did they both have to fall asleep? It was only a twenty minute car ride. Let me see if i can get them both in without waking either up.

The big one is stirring a bit. I should change her diaper before I put her in the crib.

The little one is awake now, too.

Ok, I guess I’ll make lunch.

The big one is now throwing everything within arms reach onto the floor. She must be tired. She sure is whining a lot.

Let me out the wee one in her activity seat so I can take care of the big one.

Ok, everyone is where they need to be. Let me put the kettle on and do the dishes.

Oh no. The wee one is crying. She overfilled her diaper and needs a change. Upstairs we go.

Uh oh. Big sister is still awake. I comfort her and offer her a pacifier.

The wee one is freshly dressed. Thankfully I didn’t need to change her pants, but that onesie will need a soak.

Is that the kettle whistling? Downstairs I go. Yes, I remembered to bring the wee one with me.

Oh, the dishes, they still need done, but first I should turn off the stove. I probably should put the wee one down as I don’t want to burn her.

Shoot, the laundry is still upstairs. The big one is still awake so I guess I’ll change her diaper. Is that a marker stain on her shirt? And her sweater? Ok, she’s now redressed and I have some more stains to pre-treat.

Downstairs I go.

Downstairs again I go.

The odor* wants out.

The laundry gets shuffled. I have about seven loads I need to fold. Later.

Upstairs I go. My tea has surely been fully steeped by now.

The wee one cries. I nurse her as I type a blog post. I haven’t done that lately and it’s time for a check-in.


I think that’s all the time I have for today. The dishes still need done, and the dog wants out still, and the wee one is starting to cry., and maybe the big one just needed a twenty minute nap.


* Autocorrect changed “dog” to “odor” and I left it as I found the correction to not be far-off.

2013: The year of making stuff

Here is a list of all the things that I made last year:

Two small quilts (although one was started the prior year).

Two pairs of fingerless mitts (one for me and one for a niece).

One sewn hat and two knit hats.

A cocoon.

Leg warmers.

… One sock.

A set of burp cloths.

One pillowcase.

One purse.

One malong.

An infinity scarf.

One baby girl.

I wasn’t very good at documenting everything I made last year, and I seriously doubt that I will do a better job of blogging everything this year.  I just hope that I can continue making good use of my knitting needles and sewing machine.

Have a Happy Crafty New Year, Everyone!

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The mail lady just dropped off a package which came from the exotic land of Denmark! This is part of the secret gift exchange that I mentioned earlier this week.  It looked like every postal worker who came in contact with this box took a nibble of the cookies as the tin was open and there were some halves strewn about! I didn’t care and dove straight in… Yummy! She also included historical notes about each cookie.

Time for me to put the kettle back on and do a little “research.”