Saturday, April 25, 2009

Two FO's

Cotton Stretch Infant Hat



Pattern: Cotton Stretch Infant Hat
Yarn: Cascade Fixation Blueberry
Begun: 4/23/2009
Finished: 4/24/2009

Notes: Super quick super easy baby hat. Tadpole will wear this in the hospital after he is born. (Modeled by Bear and her doll Lucy.)


Amanda's Squatty Sidekick


Pattern: Amanda's Squatty Sidekick
Yarn: Briggs & Little Atlantic #75 Mulberry
Begun: 3/18/2009
Finished: 4/22/09

Notes: Made this for the Felted Purse Exchange on Ravelry. The purse ended up a lot bigger than I expected, though it's still cute. My one issue with this pattern... for the life of me I couldn't figure out how to pick up the stitches around the bottom and then keep knitting so I ended up picking up the stitches and turning my work around to continue knit stitch. The first time I did this I ended up making the increases for the sides about two inches off so I had to rip apart the entire thing and start over. The second time around I realized my mistake and adjusted the pattern for my knitting it "backwards".

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Easter Eggs

This past Friday Bear and I went to my aunt's house to color Easter eggs with two of my cousins. My aunt had the usual colored plastic bowls that you fill with water and vinegar. She also bought a kit that had gel paint and small sponges. (The kit did include tweezers to hold the sponges but really, I can't get her to use a fork most days, never mind tweezers.)

Bear had a blast. The eggs are still in a basket in our family room. I'm going to have to sneak them out to the trash soon, before my whole house smells like spoiled eggs.



Hands, after the third round of soap and water.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Book Review: Eat, Pray, Love

I bought this book at the airport last year during my business trip to Washington, D.C. and I've been reading it on and off for the past year. Not because I couldn't get into it, but because I only read it when I had a big chunk of uninterrupted time alone. Those rare occasions when I escape early in the morning for breakfast alone at the diner down the street or afternoons when Bear actually naps and I can curl up with a big steaming cup of tea.

The book is divided into three sections, as the title suggests. After a horribly messy divorce, Elizabeth Gilbert leaves the United States on a yearlong quest to find herself and lose her guilt over leaving her husband and disrupting their "Leave It to Beaver" life. She eats her way through Italy, prays for four months in India, and falls in love in Indonesia. The book was an easy, almost comforting read. Gilbert writes straight from her innermost thoughts and it's easy to feel as though you are sitting with a close friend. She's able to do a lot of soul searching without being whiny. And even though she's praying in India for four months, the book is not preachy.

This is a book I would recommend and one I will most likely read again.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Nutrition Fuels Fitness 5K

This past weekend was the Rhode Island Dietetics Association's annual Nutrition Fuels Fitness 5K. I volunteered at the raffle table with another dietitian from my hospital while Andrew took Bear to the kids fun run and then the obstacle course.

I got to watch her run the fun run. Definitely my child. She came in dead last in her heat, by about 10 yards (it was a 50 yard run). Well, not dead last. She did manage to beat the 18-month old who couldn't quite walk on her own and had two adults holding her hands as she chased after the rest of the kids.

This is from the obstacle course (can you tell Daddy was in charge of hair and wardrobe Saturday?)


On the knitting front, I actually am knitting. I've just been working on a felted purse for a swap so I can't really show pictures or whine about the pattern and my utter stupidity at reading said pattern as I forced myself to completely knit this one purse twice.

I also have some great Easter egg dying pictures to share as soon as I get electronic copies.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Book Review: Lethal Shadow

I love true crime. I love The First 48, Forensic Files, The Real NCIS, etc. etc. One night I was watching Investigation Discovery (I think) and saw a story on Mike DeBardeleben. I had never heard of this guy before so I was psyched to see something new. This guy was on par with the best known criminals out there - Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, the Green River Killer, but unlike those well-known criminals, he has never confessed to any of his horrible crimes (except counterfeiting). I googled him, found this book, and ordered it right away.

Disturbed. That is the only way to describe this book.

Mike DeBardeleben was probably the most prolific counterfeiter in the history of the United States. He eluded the Secret Service for years. When he was finally caught the Secret Service uncovered evidence of just about every felony known to mankind - murder, rape, kidnapping, robbery, bank scams, the list goes on and on. He was even linked to the murder of a real estate agent here in Rhode Island. Usually I can brush this stuff off but this guys story is haunting.

So all in all, as an example of the genre, an excellent true crime book. I wouldn't recommend it though.

Slowing Down

I write this lying on my side, with two pillows between my knees, another pillow wedged under my belly, and three more below my head. My back is tightly wound around an invisible coil. I have reached this point in pregnancy - again.

With Bear, this point came much quicker. I was barely in my fifth month when my right leg stopped working. I dragged myself around like a modern day Quasimodo. Up until yesterday, whenever anyone asked me how I felt I always answered "fantastic" or "great" or "wonderful" or "so much better than last time". Apparently the spirits had been goaded enough.

So now I am reduced to the essentials. Making sure we each have enough clean clothes for at least tomorrow. Making sure Bear has something substantial for dinner. Making her breakfast and lunch for pre-school, making sure she takes a bath. Feeding the dogs. And then I crash. I lie down with my pillows and my books and I resign from the real world until morning.

My husband is left with the lions share of the work. And when added to his crazy work schedule - our house looks, well, lets just say I hope we're not inspected for anything anytime soon.