Our fourth trimester days don’t include much knitting (as is to be expected), but I did manage to finish an Aviatrix cap for Harmon this past weekend & somehow sewed the pearly antique buttons on it yesterday…in-between fits of crying & epic nursing sessions & five-minute baby naps.
I knit a tiny pair of fingerless gloves eons ago for my etsy shop that went unsold–a tiny treasure knit in Madelinetosh that fits Harmon perfectly (& basically acts as a pair of mittens at this point…which is good as he has the tendency to scratch his face).
I also change a lot of diapers. A LOT. I thought it quite poetic that his cloth diapers (Sustainablebabyish Snapless Minis) match the yarns I’ve been working with these days.
This blue-green Belize skein of Quince & Co Chickadee has been following me around inside various bags for months…it’s time it became a soft, squishy hat for Harmon. Or maybe June. Not sure yet…I’ll probably carry it around for another string of months…
Harmon has broke out in a horrible red, raw, peeling, weeping rash all over his face (this is in addition to his baby acne). His pediatrician thinks it’s a combination eczema/cradle cap rash (yes, on his face). It flared up something awful overnight Monday night. Woke up Tuesday to a swollen-shut left eye & a close second right. He was basically a pile of misery all day Tuesday. Cried most of the day…or nursed…or poo’d…or tried to nap, but kept waking himself up with gas.
I’ve been drinking gallons of tea & living in the rocking chair in our room & armchair birding. The birding scope is set up in the master bedroom now so it’s quite easy to watch the feeders. Most times my tea gets reheated in the microwave like eight billion times before I finally manage the time to finish it.
This is the little sprite I’m worried about…she told me recently, “Harmon took all my ‘tention [attention].” But she also said he needs lots of ‘tention so it’s ok. She’s just too young to hang with the big kids all the time & waiting for Harmon to grow up & be her best friend [her words] is hard.
Our days are just packed, as Calvin would say [Calvin & Hobbes], but it seems nothing gets done. Fourth trimester problems. I am trying very hard to drink it all in…
Joining in with Ginny.