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I made a hat, and grew a baby

This has been a weird pregnancy (also I never remember the proper way to spell weird, its hard for me) moving on…

this pregnancy, it’s been strange. I was certain we would be having a girl. I have had this unexplainable impression that our last baby would be a dark haired little girl. So when I got an extra large case of the barfs with this pregnancy I was reminded of being pregnant with my girls, with my boys, not so much. The boys were kinder, of course I wanted to eat large amounts of beef, but not so much with the barfs.

So all we talked about was girl names, and girl clothes and girl bedroom decor and girl girl girl. Rob said that if we learn at the ultrasound we were not having a girl he would be super surprised. So surprised that he would shout out “Hubert Cumberdale“, why? well why not.

Yeah, we aren’t having a girl. And after the third time of the ultrasound tech pointing out some wee little boy parts I heard a muttered “hubert cumberdale” from Rob’s general vicinity.

We were surprised. Although thankfully every thing about our little guy looks healthy, and ultimately that is what’s its all about. amiright?

 

We decided that we should announce to our kids in a fancy way. I thought cupcakes would be enjoyable. And since we were certain we were having a girl we figured we could find pink cupcakes just about anywhere.

 

I decided we should swing by a cute little bakery in Daybreak called Swirly Girls after my doctor appointment, of course since we now needed blue cupcakes instead I was a little worried we wouldn’t find anything, but maybe if I share my story they would take pity on us and work something out.

 

Well they totally did.

 

We walked in, there was one blueish-purply frosted cupcake. ONE. I needed four.

So….I told the girl our story. She DID take pity on us and congratulated us AND made some blue frosting for us.

Seriously, I love them!

 

Enjoy a peek of us telling our kiddles the big news. So funny.

 

 

 

Ok and on to the hat making. I like crocheting. I am not good at it and I can’t really make anything but hats and scarves. And I don’t even make those very well.

BUT! I have been at it since I was about 8 or so. I learned it from Kathy Jenkins who was one of my 4-H leaders. I hated going to her house for our 4-H meetings because the snacks we got there were only graham crackers dipped in milk.

 

She basically forced us to dip the crackers.             Barf! soggy, stale crackers in warm-ish skim milk……..Every 8 year old’s dream.

 

Anywho, she was pretty strict about how we tied our starting slip knot, but I couldn’t really figure it out. She scolded me for that on more than one occasion. Also, she hated how tight I made my stitches, but I didn’t know how to fix that either. But dood, I could make a chain like nobody’s business. Who cares that that is all I could do, just one long chain, and all the yarn my mom gave me to use was a hideous barf green color (there is a lot of barf talking in this post) I was so proud of my chains.

 

I don’t remember how I ever discovered I cold turn it and stitch back on my chain. But thankfully, it did happen and I made some hats. So that’s fancy.

 

I just learned how to crochet flowers. They aren’t that pretty, but still they are some what flower like. I am sure if I stack a lot of them together they will look like pretty little fancy faces.

 

 

I started making a ruffly scarf a few days ago. Cooper has been the most encouraging with this project and insists and I finish it soon. Tonight while the kiddles were outside playing I decided to join them on the porch and brought my crocheting with me. Cooper of course wanted to check it all out. And then asked if I could teach him. Ella wanted in on it too and so I put my little project aside and tried teaching my babies to crochet the best chain EVER!

 

It’s really hard to teach kids to crochet. Maybe that’s why Sister Jenkins was such a sour puss.

 

Ella lost interest pretty quickly, Cooper however kept at it for a good long while. And then after dinner Aleksia wanted in on the action.

Coop asked if I would make him a hat. I was confident I could, but I thought maybe I should figure out the correct way to make a hat. I have always started at the bottom and worked up, and as I understand it, that’s wrong.

 

Well, I don’t know how to follow crochet instructions. Like, really, I don’t understand what any of the abbreviations mean. I DON’T GET IT!

So, I thought I could just look at the pictures and figure it all out. Well it didn’t work so well.

 

I ended up with a teensy little girly locomotive conductor cap.

 

I guess Coop doesn’t get a hat tonight. I will have to start again. My problem is this, I don’t know how to make the sides come down. Its a sad thing.

 

AND this is a really really long blog post. I know the entire thing has been captivating.

 

 

and the end.

Heather
Filed under: Uncategorized | Posted By: Heather @ 3:28 am - September 15th, 2012 |

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Let us start anew

It’s been a really long time since I have been bloggy blogging. I quit because I found all these really amazing blogs and writing my own felt like I was a wannabe copy cat.

So I stopped.

Stopped thinking during my every day life “how would this be worded on my blog?”

“How many comments could I get out of this amazing story”

And then I only used my blog for griping, for being a whiner. And since I didn’t really feel like I had a huge following I felt like anything I wrote would stay safely in my wee little corner of the universe.

 

Hmmmm….I could have just written in a journal? genius.

But, I didn’t and my children kept growing. And experiences kept being had. And I just used facebook to fill that desire I had to write witty things.

 

But, I am back.

 

Because although outwardly things haven’t changed drastically, I feel different on the inside. I feel more focused on being a mom. I feel more determined to guide my babies into outstanding adults. I have struggled all of my mom life with being nothing other than a mom.

I feel differently now, I WANT to be a mom. I chose this, I love my babies and I love seeing them succeed and find joy. I enjoy sharing in that joy.

 

Every day I know I fail in a million ways. But everyday I have at least one really good mom moment. One day I hope to just by habit be a good mom.  To be able to know instinctively what to say and how to say it.

 

I like this journey I am on. I like my eternal companion I get to share this crazy adventure with. We sure are blessed to have this crew we have been entrusted with. And I know we are capable of being really great together.

 

What a joy to know that every day can be a new start if the day before I acted like a childish, ungrateful, whiner.

 

What a fun time to restart the documenting of my life, our life. One day I hope my kiddles will read all about our adventures and struggles and joys and realize that we do indeed lead a charmed life.

 

So cheers to my favorite time of year,  fall. Fall has always felt like a chance to start anew and so what better time than now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heather
Filed under: Uncategorized | Posted By: Heather @ 1:20 am - September 12th, 2012 |