i love my husband so

Call me biased, but my beloved makes the best bacon and egg sandwich. Effortlessly.

Gosh, I love him.

DK's bacon + egg sandwich
2 slices really yummy bread of choice (we love soy & linseed)
1 organic egg
couple slices of bacon, fat trimmed (to make oneself feel better)
cos lettuce
half a tomato, sliced (homegrown by my sister, SUPER yummy)
cracked pepper
couple dashes of green tobasco (for a slight kick)
tahini
hommus

The tahini and hommus are anomalies, it was basically thrown in to make sure I had enough calcium. Add a super-hungry mama and watch that baby wolf it down.

At the end of the day

{sunset at the Kerr household}

We took JB to his first of many immunisation visits yesterday. It was traumatic to say the least. For me, that is. My beloved was a champion, holding JB whilst not one, but two needles went into either leg. JB had a cry and a sook, deservedly so; I would too (and did), but he was soon feeling better. I'd set aside the day to just cuddle and soothe him, if need be. Turns out, he was fine.

Today, however, is another matter entirely. The day started at 6.11am, and by 10.11am, JB finally managed to dose into a fitful sleep. And the rest of the day, as they say, was history. Many things were against us, so let me regale them to you:-

/ effect of one of the vaccine made his tummy hurt

// JB is now getting to big to be swaddled effectively (he does a Houdini act and breaks free of his swaddle before I get out of my REM sleep)

Actually, that's it. But let me tell you, that's enough. Never been one to go down without a fight, JB squirms and cries (like a lamb to slaughter) everytime before bed. Having a sore tummy made him extra cranky. Suddenly, the time it takes to put him to sleep takes 2 1/2 hours instead of just 1/2 hour. I had 4 1/2 hours sleep all day. Two lots of 2 hours and one 1/2 hr slot. I was a bit of a basketcase. Still, life goes on, no?

Another progression of JB's life; we finally got sick of constantly re-swaddling him, we went and got him a GroBag. I must say he looks sooo grown up in it. And slept with his arms flailing about for the first time too. One more step away from baby-dom. I felt a little sad, really. Yes, I am a little emotional today, I blame my lack of sleep.

He's moving into the cot this weekend. The conundrum now is whether to keep him sleeping in the same bedroom as us, or be brave and let him into his own room. Might sleep on that for another night.

Ghosts of my knitting past / part 1, the shrug/sweater

So, I did mention in an earlier post that 2009 is a year for just being. May I just add that's it's also going to be a year for finishing. Things I've started, but haven't finished, things I've thought of, but not followed through. Yes, already I've been on the right track.


See this shrug - I've promised it to C two winters ago. Yes! And I've finally finished it, it's such a hugeeee weight off my back. Now everytime I start on a new project, I don't have this haunting over my shoulder. I have to say, there is immense satisfaction in completing things. Just don't let me drag on about how hard it was yesterday, frantically trying to finish the last five rows. But the other reason for the deadline was also that today is C's 30th! I've known her for 12 years now, and it's been a joy all the way. I'm so glad I could at least present her with a promise I made her all those years. And she's been extremely patient (although she did give me endless grief about it).

Anyway, this is it. Stephanie Japel's Two-Toned Shrug, done on 8 and 5mm circular needles. The wool is Graphite (from the Rustic range) 8-ply from Bendigo Woolen Mills. It was overall, a joy to knit.

Next up, my beloved's sweater (Jared Flood's sweater from Interweave Knits Autumn 2007).

my favourite read

This is by far, my most favourite magazine for many years. It comes out quarterly and I seriously read it for 3 months; picking it up and reading it at random (it is very heavy in content). Always interesting, always inspiring.

If I can't get there (yet), I might as well read all about it. And keep dreaming.

x

my husband / the perfectionist

d i n n e r t o n i g h t

t h e e n d

randomness / child-rearing

/ Knitting has become my saving grace. It's the short moments between JB's sleep that I get to go into the rhythm of knits and purls, to stop myself obsessing about my child.

// My sister calls me a 'helicopter mama'. I guess I am, although I'm consciously trying to stop jumping 10 feet everytime JB lets out a fart.

/// My beloved is obessessed about my health. I've just realised he leaves out a vitamin for me every single morning so that I see it... and that I may remember to eat it. And here I thought they just appeared everytime I turned around.

//// I love being a mother more than I thought I would - eventhough sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing, whether I'm doing it right, eventhough all my relationships have/are changing. I need to find a place where everything starts to fit again.

p/s: C's shrug is coming along quick fast!

xx

Quintessential Melbourne

Friday/ Into the city to do some birthday shopping, into the City Library to get a new card and borrowed this book. Ingenious! Why didn't I think of borrowing knitting books instead of agonising over whether to buy them or not. As they are mainly published in the US, by the time they arrive in Melbourne, they're exorbitant. And sometimes, all I want to do is have a good perv. But I've never managed to feel comfortable doing that in a bookshop. You know, ruin the spine of a book and then not buy it.

Takeaway coffee + a blueberry muffin/ $5.50. Reminds me so much of my time at uni. Only now I have a baby strapped at the front of me, and people are friendlier (it's the kid).

p/s: One of those non-sleeping days for JB. Plus lots of crying. Joy joy!!

Muso

I think everyone who's been within my vicinity the last couple of years know I absolutely love Ben Lee, the musician. He's that quirky, curly-haired man-kid who looks more 17 than 30. Well, anyway, I fell in love with Ben's music after he discovered his spirituality. The music he made after that speaks to me, about me. As one article I read yesterday said, and I quote, "Ben loves an epiphany". I discovered that I loved that too, only Ben articulates it alot better.

I got married to my beloved with Ben singing "Love Me Like The World Is Ending", I dance endlessly with JB to Ben's "Awake Is The New Sleep" album; perhaps secretly hoping that JB would filter all that into his subconsious. Like gambling everything for love, waiting for life to begin, being open-hearted, learning to give joy. Ultimately that's what Ben is singing about - giving joy. And I read yesterday that he's recently gotten married too, how lovely!

His new album Rebirth of Venus is out on February 10 '09. I cannot wait.

word up

So I have a wonderful friend who writes me mail. Yes, handwritten mail, signed, sealed & delivered. And to this date, I've written two back to her - one of which got lost in the post (damn you POS Laju!), and the other written to her during my honeymoon (this sounds surrepticiously like cheating doesn't it? :) ). My beloved doesn't mind, in fact, he might even be a little excited *grin* Anyway, that letter is still sitting on my top drawer. Now that I have a return address, I am finally posting it. And hope it doesn't get lost again.

So this is my response to you, my dear friend. Thank you/un millón de gracias... not just for the effort, but mainly for thinking of me. It's nice to be thought of. I think of you often too, you will just have to believe me.

(This is not a reply, mainly a big thank you - longwinded mail in scrawly handwriting will ensue with earnest!).

xx

a good day

I had a fantastic day on Friday! Yes, it's Sunday, but I still think about that day when JB slept in his bassinet between all his feeds. THe only downside is he only sleeps 2.5 hour stints 'cos it's so stinking HOT!!!! 43 degree days consecutively for three days. I want to slap those people who deny global warming is not happening. Grr!! Meanwhile, the northern hemisphere is freezing their butts off!!!

So... what did I do whilst JB was asleep? Me, at home, on a weekday with not much "work" to do? I made myself a nice lunch of ham and cheese, rearranged some furniture (see last post), and did some ironing.

Almost a desperate housewife... minus the desperate. Maybe I get slightly desperate to speak to someone by 5pm, but that's to be expected I guess.

Consciously trying to make some headway into knitting C's shrug, in time for her birthday. 18 days to go... arrgh, no pressure.

xx