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Thanks for all the blogiversary wishes! It really hadn’t started feeling like a year until I went digging in the archives.

But that’s not why I’m here. I actually *gasp* knit something. Well, half of something:

A single baby bootee from 50 Baby Bootees to Knit. Now, I know I (and he) will need two of these, but geez. Is it me? Is this impossibly small??

The pattern calls for Rowan Cotton Glace, but I only had Baby Ull handy. I was about to type something here about wondering if my gauge was off, but in the three seconds I took to pull these links from the manufacturer’s site made me realize, um yes. Gauge wayy off. Could stand a blocking, too.

Now I wonder: Will the babe be able to wear them (a hypothetical plural) home from the hospital, even? Should I knit the other to match? Should I knit a pair larger? Heck, I wondered while knitting if I should forget the bootee and recast as socks? Advice welcome here.

Since I will be (rain & husband accommodating) attending the Connecticut Sheep & Wool festival tomorrow, I thought it might be a good idea to give an updated idea of what I look like now. Terry, whose due date is just 17 days ahead of mine, is allowing me to post this picture of the two of us, taken last night:

Me, in black, at 32 weeks and 4 days. Terry, at 35 weeks on the dot. And another, less fuzzy one:

You know, there is nothing like seeing yourself from a new angle to realize, “Wow. That’s what huge looks like.” Don’t even ask me what I think of my ankles.

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Works in progress

First, I’d like to thank you all for the condolences on Juniper. Although we only had him for seven or eight months, he really made an impact on us. Our learning curve was huge and we struggled with how to make a bunny happy (while keeping sane, ourselves), but we never seriously considered giving him up. His last six or eight weeks were perfect; we’d struck a balance with his needs and ours and he was genuinely pleased with his life. It just didn’t seem fair. Mr. Cygknit has been my hero through all this, from taking him to the Vet posthumously to find a why (there is no good one) to cleaning and dismantling the cage so I wouldn’t come home Tuesday night to an empty one.

I thought it was time to post some pictures of some things I’ve been working on, especially since I’m freed from the seaming of (1 of 3) baby sweaters. First up? My telephone knitting:

The yarn is Plymouth Heaven, and was gifted to me by Lisa’s roomie. It isn’t something I would have selected (I’m nervous about baby yarn), but it’s really grown on me. What you see above is just a giant garter stitch rectangley thing. Stitch definition is non-existent, so why not just knitknitknit? Since my glider arrived, I’ve been looking forward to phone calls so I can rock back and forth and knit for the wee babe that will be under it some day soon(ish).

Also on the plate is this disastrous looking thing:

Sadly, this is one of those things I can’t blame the designer–or anyone else–for. I have been wanting to try Magic Loop for ever, but always shied away from the patterns with some excuse or other. Turns out that I was right that ML can be bad for my self esteem…but upon further reflection (after flinging it to the floor) I realized that the cord length was just not enough for what I was doing. Instead of taking it (too) personally, I (finally) realized that it wasn’t the concept that was tying me up, it was the lack of cordage. Now, I just have to convince Mr. CygKnit to loan me his longer needles.

Finally, I started a washrag on a whim yesterday on my lunchbreak. It has no purpose but to be a calm and mindless piece of knitting to keep me from violence at work. Hormonal? Me? Nahhh!

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Thank you all for your happy thoughts that I’m back. I knew it had been a while, but I had no idea (until I started getting subtle emails with a day count) how long it had been.

When it comes to blogging and knitting, I’ve fallen down a bit over the last seven months. This morning, though, I felt a twitch. Not a baby twitching in my belly, not a twitch from wondering just how sick my husband really is (how come so many men seem to be just dying when they simply have a cold?), but a twitch that I felt all the way down to the tips of my fingers.

I think my knitting mojo is coming back. Shhhh, don’t say anything, yet.

Before I get to that, though, I want to show off an awesome gift that showed up in my mailbox. I was on my way home on Monday, after a snoozy day at work from a late plane arrival the night before (did I forget to mention I was in Florida for a week?) when occurs to me that my sweet husband might have forgotten to get the mail while I was gone. (Apparently the mail person noted this, too, as our box was rubber banded shut) To my surprise, I found packages! Look what Kristi Scrappy & Gangles sent us:

How cute are those bibs? Mr. CygKnit is crazy over anything with dinosaurs on it (see the dino button on the blue?) and I have long been in love with the green/brown/cream colorway. AND Kristi included yarn for me to make my own 🙂 Though, of course, the boys didn’t actually knit them themselves, “each bib was entirely made holding a baby (or two).”

While Mr. C and I are quite tickled at the surprise gift, baby CygKnit (aka Buster, at 27 weeks) had nothing to say:

I say, don’t get your picture taken outside wearing a low-cut top when it’s snowing.

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I find myself wanting to start of this post with something like: “Nope, not much going on here!”

But then I remember I’ve knit 1.25 newborn cardigans, and I think that might count as something.

I wish I could post pictures of the two, and bask in the glow of seeing my handiwork on the vast and glorious Internets. Unfortunately, I completely forgot this weekend that my camera-to-computer cable isn’t any good. That it so completely slipped my mind kinda worries me. (Since I forgot to take my credit card out of my pocket this morning, I’m looking online to see if I can order one. Must strike while the memory is hot. Or something).

Right, the cardi’s. I’ve done the body and one sleeve for Buster, using this yarn & color. Really, I’m not sure on the olive any more. In the store, in the lighting in the store, I was very fond of the lighter and darker greens. In the (lack of) light in my house, I wonder if I’m trying to put my (lack of) color onto my child. As for the other cardi, I’ve just done 2 sleeves so far. The yarn is delicious to knit with. So, soft, so gentle, I’m tempted to put on my best Long Island accent and invoke a simile of spreadable dairy product. It is that good, I tell you. The green I’m using, I think this (my monitor is awful and the yarn is at home), is so much more…I don’t know. Baby. What do you think?

Pictures of each:

(While typing this post, I’ve managed to find and purchase online the right cable for the camera. Pictures of the cardis to come as soon as I wrap my head around how easy it was to just sit down and whip out the card. Now I know how Jess feels with buying fiber.)

Elsewhere on my mind:

I realized that spending so much time on the baby boards (message boards for pregnant women, generally centered around due dates/months) has taken away the coherent thought I used to put into blogging. I’m attempting to wean myself off them, and come back to my home. You people.

I realized that leaving a bunny alone for 3 days with no human contact is a bad idea. Especially when a) he’s molting (read: leaving little trails of angora wherever he goes) and b) you think he’s “over” his bad power cord chewing habit. Please don’t ask my husband about the fire behind the sofa. He’s still a bit upset about that.

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That I’m (mostly) back in action. Whoo hooo. My Mac is back from the Dr., Mr. C’s hard drive is installed and operating, our cell phones actually work (there was a recall on the chargers because they weren’t charging. I’ve been telling them this for months, but to no avail) and our camera? Well, at least it runs on batteries.

So, all in all, I’m back in blogging action–at least as long as the AA’s hold up. To that end, I have pictures! I was home alone the day I realized I had batteries, so took these belly shots myself. Sadly, the lighting in the bathroom is wretched and I was forced to try out snazzy effects to make the colors less garish.

Here is a flash-less shot at 17 weeks & 4 days:


And one to say hello, since I rarely show my face around here:


Don’t I look too big to be still getting sick?? Yeah, I think so, too. However, it seems this baby is in charge and I’ll be doing the porcelain Rhumba until he/she decides otherwise. On a positive note, I’m 45% of the way through, AND I find out on Thursday if I can write HE or SHE instead of he/she in my posts. Yay! (I’m kinda excited about this.)

Right, knitting…

I have finally determined that part of the reason I’m not knitting so much right now relates to the projects I’m working on. The socks for my mom (seen here when I thought I could finish them for Socktoberfest. Ha!) aren’t fun to knit as the yarn (Sockotta) is rough in my hands and I think the color is a bit…garish. My Mom picked it out, though, so I don’t have much choice. I do need to get them to her by my sister’s wedding on Jan 27, which means I need to get working. It would be nice if I finished the second bed sock for my grandmother by then, too. Although she won’t be at the wedding, my dad will be able to deliver them for me if I can get them done. I think I just need to just put on my big girl pants and get over second sock syndrome.

Of course, instead of working on either of these, I’ve cast on a new project to remove me from sock funk. I think I’ll save it for another post, though, as I think it will deserve it’s own.

In other news, I got a package!!


This is from the Lovely and Talented NeedleTart. What you see is a Burt’s Bees Baby kit, a wonderful board book, a book titled “101 Secrets A Good Dad Knows,” a book of her own recipes (wow!), a card/social game about food, and the best (hiding behind/supporting everything): a wonderfully scented “rice thingie” (her term) that when microwaved for a short time gives off warmth and lavendar-y scented comfort. She even included a spare cover for it! If you can click for big, you’ll see the knit sheepy pattern, too. Ms. NeedleTart must have read my mind, because I’ve been having trouble the past few weeks with sore muscles at night. Thank you from both me and Mr. CygKnit!

On the blocking board right now (ok, the ironing board) is a wonderful gift from Knitter Bunny. I hope to have a pic of it next time, too. Hopefully, next time won’t be another two weeks…

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Readership? What readership?

I was told once that if I didn’t post regularly then no one would be interested in hanging around to read what I write. Though I was absent for 18 days or so (not that I’m counting) the thought has been very much on my mind. I worry, though that starting each post with an apology isn’t a good idea, as it will most likley get annoying after a while. Rather than apologize yet again for the embarrassingly long time between posts, I would like to thank you for sticking by and still reading me. Thank you.

(right now, I can hear only the sound of metaphoric crickets chirping. I hope there are still people reading… )

There’s quite a lot to catch up on, I hardly know where to start. Except, the contents of my brain pretty much look like this:

babybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybaby[patron question]babybabybabybabybabybabybabybaby[email]babybabybabybabybabybaby[patron question]babybabybaby…ad nauseam.

I suppose this is normal, this obsession with what’s going on in, around and beneath my belly. And of course, what I’m obsessing about changes constantly. First, it was AmIShowing?AmIShowing?AmIShowing? and now it’s HolyCrapI’mShowing!HolyCrapI’mShowing! I wish I could say that my mind was busy on wonderful intellectual pursuits (or even knitting) but sadly, this is what I’ve got. Now, my reason for not posting becomes clear, doesn’t it?

Last baby thing, I promise?

Look at that! Something’s going on in there! (Experienced mothers will recognize this as the stage when, unless you squish your shirt under your boobs and belly, no one else thinks you’re pregnant, just hitting the buffet a little hard.)

But y’all came for the knitting, didn’t you?

This is a bed sock for my grandmother. Most of what you see was done the day before Thanksgiving, as these are a really fast knit on size 7 needles. I know it is cheating, but oh! So nice to have a sock fly to the toe! (Let’s not discuss the state of the second sock, ok? It seems to be, well, a bit stalled.)

And an action shot:


It’s a simple baby cable, designed to look like I’m a far more clever knitter than I am. My grandmother is a champion crocheter (well, she’s very good and very fast) but not a knitter. I was hoping to impress her with as little effort as possible, but since these won’t show up until after 12/25, I’m thinking the impression factor is going to go down.

I’ve been doing other knitting, too. Back in November, I mentioned a wee project I was working on, but never followed up (be careful clicking on that link, that’s the story of yaking on the cat). Here’s what it was:


Now, this wee sockie is just a prototype. See, for some reason I still have a weird fear about knitting for the baby. What I was really trying to do here was fudge a pattern for a set of baby socks for Kristi and her boys. Sadly, I had no pattern at home (quite embarrassing, really) and was avoiding the computer (I was still working on papers for school). I decided to try out the first sock in Sensational Knitted Socks, the demo, to see how that would work out. Following the pattern, this is regular worsted weight *ahem*acrylic*ahem* on maybe size 5’s. (It’s just a template! I promise!)

The problem came when I finished and wove in the ends. I’d made a sock (a scratchy one, yes), but who would it fit? Is it too big for an infant? Too small? I have no experience with this.

Since then, I’ve checked out two baby knits books from the library, but haven’t really looked at the sock patterns yet (which makes me feel like a complete chump, just so you know). Now that finals are over, and I’m in my second trimester, I have no excuse for not ripping myself out of the couch’s gravitational pull. I’m just not sure why I haven’t, yet.

Before I go (read: before my boss comes back from lunch) I want to thank everyone for their comments and emails about my Hanukkah bush crisis. Reading everyone’s thoughts helped me put mine into place and into perspective, and basically stop freaking out over it. For the most part, I’ve become comfortable again with celebrating Hanukkah as Hanukkah, and exchanging gifts on Winter Consumer Holiday, aka Capitalist Gift-Giving Day, aka December 25 like most other Americans. The bush didn’t get put up this year, but this had more to do with Juniper’s obsessive chewing habit (the branches would reach into his cage, which isn’t a good idea at all) than with either of our feelings. We did buy a little 2′ table top model, but since neither of us has made it up into the attic for ornaments, it sits naked on our table. But we’re ok with that.

While neither of us have really had the energy to do much (Mr. Cygknit is still in finals, and I’m, well, sleeping on the couch more often than not) in our own home, we have noticed a different perspective on others’ decorations. We’ve found ourselves commenting on the merits of one neighbor’s ostentatious display of inflatable elves over another’s snowmen, and the tacky quotient of white lights vs. Colored vs. Blinking. While we’re not going to be moving into the Christmas camp in the future, at least I’m not as afraid of it as I was. And that is a good thing.

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