Flashdance

I’m not sure why Carrie decided to wriggle half out of her shirt, but was really hard not to laugh when she did. So instead I took pictures! This is the first time she’s managed to extricate herself from any clothing that isn’t already part way off (besides shoes and socks). I figure she’s going to get really good at it right about the time the weather warms up. At least we won’t need to buy her any new clothes for the summer, since she probably won’t keep them on.

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And for those who don’t have enough evidence yet that I’m a terrible mother since I allowed Carrie to run around half naked in order to find both the camera and the camera card, here’s more: Carrie sitting on the couch, watching T.V., next to big stinky dogs! Molly gave me the look that said (read in the whiniest voice possible) “Mom, she’s touching me again!” and hopped off the couch after this picture:

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Murphy on the other hand was not only more than happy to take up the empty spot on the couch, he consented to being used as a pillow. I guess he likes watching Signing Time.

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FLAK progress

No pictures, because it’s way late and I don’t want to take flash pictures of it, but I’ve picked up FLAK again. I had put it down to start a baby sweater (no pictures of that either, sorry) but I had to do some cabling today! I finished the back while Carrie napped this afternoon and I spent the closing ceremonies of the Olympics this evening picking up stitches for the front and starting the increases. I decided to make the armhole 9.5″, and once it’s blocked out it may even be a little closer to 10″, because it seemed like 9″ would be too close fitting for something I plan to wear over other shirts. Hopefully it won’t be too big!

OK, off to bed so I can actually function tomorrow…

Sixteen Months Old!

Dear Carolyn,

In the past month I think I’ve entirely lost the little baby I brought home, but she’s been replaced by the coolest little girl, so it’s all good. You’re such a good-natured little person: you’ve had a cold on and off for this entire month, cut another front tooth plus two molars, and you’ve taken it all in stride and been a happy little girl despite it all.

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I don’t even know where to start. You’re up to 100 signs now, having learned a whopping 30 this month: “please”, “thank you”, “help”, “leaf”, “train”, “bean”, “red”, “yellow”, “green”, “blue”, “purple”, “candy”, “surprised”, “boat”, “house”, “brush teeth”, “mouse”, “cake”, “grass”, “clean”, “dirty”, “love”, “I love you”, “hug”, “sorry”, “stop”, “go”, “time”, “sun” and “juice”. And just in this past week your verbal language has exploded too! You’re saying a total of 18 words now – the ones you’ve started saying this month are “ball”, “cup”, “duck”, “chair”, “bear”, “shoes”, “blocks”, “cereal”, “book”, “butterfly”, “hi”, “socks”, “bread”, “coat”, and “cookie”. That gives you a vocabulary (not counting duplicates of signs and spoken words) of 107 total words. That’s amazing! Of course, I’m about the only person who understands fully half of those signs and words, so I get to act as your full-time interpreter. Oh, and you’ve finally realized that dogs do more than pant. If I ask you what Molly says you say “wooo” (your version of “woof!”) and Murphy says “rarararar” (your version of “arf, arf, arf!”)

You’ve learned how to build lego (duplo) towers this month – you can connect a dozen or so of the 2×2 blocks before they get too unstable and start falling apart. And you’re very into mothering your dolls, giving them bottles and binkies and making sure they’re covered with blankets…that is, until you drop them on their heads to go do something else. Reading is still one of your very favorite things to do, and you have a dozen or so of your favorite books that you’ve made up names for, mostly in sign. You’re also starting to become interested in the actual words on the page, pointing them out to me while we read.

It’s amazing how much stuff you’ve learned in the past 16 months. You know where a couple dozen body parts are, including your elbows and your cheeks. I would estimate that you understand about 90% of what people say to you. You’ve learned that to watch Blue’s Clues or Signing Time you need the T.V. remote (and Mommy’s help) and that the cupboard next to the refrigerator is a seemingly endless source of snack food. You’ve even figured out how to push a little step-stool up to the sink so I can help you wash your hands before meals.

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Speaking of food…you’re starting to be a little pickier about it finally. Not so much what you’ll eat, because you still eat almost anything we cook, but more how much and when you’ll eat. Some days you eat as much as I do at a meal, other days I wonder whether the dogs are sneaking you food when we’re not looking because you hardly eat anything. The dogs get a lot of extra on those days, and are now on a diet because the vet says they’re each 5-10 pounds overweight! The craziest new thing you’ve tried (and liked) this month is sushi – just cucumber rolls, no raw fish, but sushi nonetheless. We skipped the wasabi, but maybe we’ll let you try that next time.

It’s so much fun watching your personality start to develop, and seeing all the new things you learn every day. It’s amazing to look back at pictures from just a year ago and see how much you’ve grown since then. I’m sure I’ll never be able to record or remember all the cute, funny and crazy things you do, but I hope that these little glimpses of your life will make you smile in a few years.

Love, Mommy

See Spot Stop!

Apparently, Carrie has mixed up the words “stop” and “Spot”. She signs “stop” when we read books about “Spot”. It’s so cute I really can’t correct her. She’ll learn the difference eventually, right?

Tonight we had a birthday party for the older of my younger brothers, and Carrie was in a showing-off mood. She demonstrated all of her signs, and even came out with a new word just for tonight: “hi!” Then she proceeded to “help” Dan open his cards and gifts. Most of her helping involved wandering away with the pretty packages, but then he got her interested in bubble wrap. Instead of scaring her, she giggled every time a bubble popped. And then her Grandma fed her cake and ice cream, and made sure she scraped up every last speck of icing off the plate. No wonder she’s still up an hour and a half after her bedtime…

Bunnies and Cookies!

20060219_bunnies.jpgCarrie absolutely adores Annie’s whole-wheat bunny crackers. She dug this box out of the bags of groceries on Sunday and carried it all over the house giggling with glee while we put everything else away. We found them quite by accident a few weeks ago when we were looking for her “cookies” in the natural foods section of the store, and they’ve become her new favorite snack. I have to confess, I don’t mind snacking on them either.

We had been buying Barbara’s Cinnamon Go-Go Grahams and passing them off as cookies, but our store doesn’t seem to carry them anymore. Besides, Carrie knows what real cookies are now, so I’m not sure she’d be all that convinced at this point. I baked a batch of chocolate/white chocolate chip cookies yesterday on impulse (I used half wheat pastry flour, and they were good enough that next time I think I’ll try all wheat) and every time a tray came out of the oven she signed cookie and said “keee!” I let her have a tangerine, one cookie and some milk for a snack, and she was OK with the fact that she was only getting one cookie. Actually, I impressed myself by having the self-control to stop at one cookie too!

Paper or Plastic?

Our favorite grocery store, Wegmans, has recently begun selling reusable canvas grocery bags. They’re very roomy and sturdy. We bought one several weeks ago to try out, and when we remember to bring the bag with us it’s great. Except…

Not one single cashier at the store has the slightest clue how to use them. They have grommets on one side so they can be slipped right over the metal arms the plastic bags are on, and the gusset on the bottom allows it to stand open quite nicely. But every time we hand it over the cashier looks at it like they’ve never seen a bag before in their lives. And then when we point out that it can be used to hold groceries they proceed to fill it up to overflowing, shoving everything from cleaning products to frozen food to eggs in it together, and causing it to weigh about 50 pounds.

So we thought maybe we should buy a second one, because we’re merely trying to reduce the number of plastic bags we bring home every week – not totally eliminate them because they’re useful – but we thought maybe the cashiers were feeling pressured to fit all of our groceries in the one bag. So we picked another one up and put it on the belt first, expecting that the cashier would ring it up and then use it.

We walked out of the store with our nice, new, roomy reusable grocery bag folded up and shoved into a plastic bag all by itself.

Got Socks?

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OK, so it’s only one sock. But I’m super happy with how it came out. I actually knit a good deal of it during breaks in rehearsals, so it was a pretty easy lace pattern to keep track of. I grafted the toe last night, but I didn’t cast on the second sock because the picot edging is a bit fiddly and I was too tired to concentrate that much. I should definitely do that tonight before I succumb to Second Sock Syndrome!
Update: I’ve gotten a few inquiries about which pattern I’m using, and although that information (and the details about the yarn) is in a previous post, it’s the Lacy Scallops pattern from sockbug for anyone who’s interested. Thanks!

FLAK_back_progress_TN.jpgI’ve also gotten a fair amount done on FLAK. In fact, I’m surprised at how quickly this is knitting up: I started the saddles just one week ago, and I’m flying through the back. Right now the armhole depth is about 7″, and I’m planning on making it 9″ – although I’m starting to worry that it won’t be deep enough. I don’t really have an Aran-weight sweater to measure the armhole depth on, so I’m guessing from the finer-gauge sweaters that fit me well.

I also guessed at the neck measurement, and I’m a little worried that that will be too wide at 8″. But then again, I don’t like anything too tight around my neck. Plus it’s going to be a v-neck cardigan, so if it’s a little on the big side it will still look OK.

The next decision I have to make is whether the cardigan will button or zip. I’m leaning towards buttons at the moment, but I will have to make a firm decision before I start the fronts so I know how many stitches to cast on.

This is definitely a fun project, because this sweater – even though it seems like half the knitters on the Internet are knitting it – will be completely customized to fit me, and I hope I can take some of this and apply it to other projects so I end up with things that fit well more often than not.

No Power. Again.

I’m really glad we have a generator. The power started browning out at 7:30 this morning, and went down for good about 15 minutes later. Best guess as to when it will be back up, according to the power company, is 1:00. And really what the guy said was that that’s the earliest it might come back up and if we didn’t have power back after that we could call again.

Molly totally panics when the power is out. We have a house fan that runs all the time, so when the power goes out she sniffs at the vents and backs away in terror. She’s currently trying to climb into my lap. She is not a lap dog. Plus she’s stinky!

Murphy is napping on the couch.

Carrie is watching Signing Time, thanks to the generator we have to run anyway for the furnace and refrigerator. From my understanding, the generator will run as long as it has gas, regardless of the draw we put on it, so hopefully 30 minutes of power for the TV won’t use up any more gas than it would be using anyway.

The thing that’s really silly is that our power lines are buried. So the problem isn’t in our neighborhood, it’s somewhere else. But that weak point seems to go down so frequently that it would probably be cheaper to bury those lines too instead of having to continuously repair them.

All I know is that I need to keep the house warm and the freezer cold, and I hope there’s enough gas in the generator to last until the power comes back up!

Baby Dolls

I’ve been in rehearsals for the high school musical for the past 7 weeks, and I’ve noticed several girls wearing t-shirts that say something along the lines of “Brunette: it’s the new blond”. (Don’t get me started on the pants that say things across the butt. Carrie will so not be allowed out of the house in those.) So I wonder…why is it that every baby doll on the market seems to be blond and blue-eyed? Am I the only mom who has a daughter with brown hair and hazel eyes? Is it too much to ask to find a doll that looks vaguely like her?

And it’s even worse if you’re looking for a doll that isn’t caucasian. At least in the stores around here there’s generally only one or two to choose from, and you’d have to order anything else online.

I find it vaguely disturbing. Shouldn’t the dolls our children play with reflect the diversity of our society?

It’s not like Carrie really needs another doll, the topic simply came up with my grandmother the other day, and now I’m on a mission to find a doll that looks like her even if I don’t end up buying it. I don’t think – short of the expensive (and sometimes creepy) companies that do custom dolls – that such a doll exists. I’d be happy to be proven wrong though!

Happy Love Day

I thought it was pretty funny that today’s Blue’s Clues episode was all about “Love Day”. Is there a reason they can’t call it Valentine’s Day? Yes, I know what the Blue’s Clues episode was about. That’s one of the two shows I let Carrie pick between once a day – the other one being Signing Time. I ask her which she wants to watch, and she signs “play” for Signing Time, and “dog” for Blue’s Clues -although she’s starting to refine them both a little and sometimes will sign “blue dog” for Blue’s Clues.

So I completely forgot what day it was when I got dressed, and ended up wearing green. I remembered in time to put Carrie in a heart shirt. It was one of the first days we haven’t been accused of matching. Seriously, every time I go anywhere with Carrie somebody remarks on the fact that we’re wearing matching outfits. Here’s the thing about that…I really don’t do it on purpose. I do try to avoid putting her in clothes that clash with whatever I’m wearing, but it’s not like I’m going out and buying matching mother-daughter shirts. Besides, if I wear a pink shirt, well, something like 95% of Carrie’s clothes are pink so chances are her outfit is going to match mine. If I had a son and we both wore blue shirts I bet people wouldn’t say anything about us matching. Sigh.