It’s Been Awhile

since I’ve been up at 2am knitting.

But last night, a hurting, teething, little man, wouldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t calm. Until he was set free to play, that is.

The Reason Why

So there we were at 2am. Ewan playing and exploring his world. Me, doing my very best to curb my frustration, stay awake, and enjoy the moment. I took the opportunity to sit down on the floor, drink a cup of warm tea, work on some knitting, and watch him. Watch how play and exploration, melted all of his troubles away. All of his pain disappeared with the distraction.

And, as my project grew nearer to completion with each passing minute, some of my frustration melted away as well. This morning I woke, a bit weary and tired, but so pleased to find a completed diaper soaker waiting on the table. It wasn’t a dream after all.

I used a pattern called Vanilla, which I found over on another blog, and knit with some of my handspun.

This is our first foray into wool. I’m excited to give it a try and hopeful that I’ll get to knit even more of these cozy covers. I think his little bum will be super cute with one of these on, and we all know I already have trouble resisting his uber-cute little bum.

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An Ode

Mod Podge,
O Mod Podge,
You’re so sticky and thick.
You help make my projects come together quite quick.

With a brush over here
and a stroke over there.
You add to the gifts just a little bit of flair.

With the help of my mod podge
I’m making these

At Work

and those.

For Gifts of Brew

I bought the big one.
Will it be enough?
Do you suppose?

Once the holidays arrive,
the gifts will be done,
and my affair with the mod podge will unfortunately come
to an end
I’m quite certain it has to be so,
this just can’t go on.
It’s unhealthy, I know.

(I’m not quite sure what got into me. I’m tired – the babe has been sleeping like CRAP, a little sick, and it is entirely possible that the mod podge fumes have gone to my head.)

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Right Now

Indoors

visiting – warm, indoor places.

Rum Cake

sampling – favorite holiday recipes.

Steam Rising

watching – steam rising from the chimney, as temperatures dip lower and lower.

Sticky Pecan Rolls

testing – new recipes to see if they make the cut.

Plush Alphabet

Japanese Paper Art

A Book for Ewan

making – christmas gifts for the little ones and big ones.

On the Wheel

Garter Stitch Loveliness

scattering – other projects around the house, so I am ready whenever/wherever downtime hits.

Book in Bed

reading – this book, far too late each night.

The Menu

listing – and planning, getting ready to host our very first Christmas in our home.

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A Space of His Own

We are happy cosleepers. We have been cosleeping with Ewan since shortly after his birth. We want to continue cosleeping with him, but we also know that sometimes things have to change. Sometimes routines need to be modified a bit to keep everyone happy. The littlest one, especially.

Enter, Ewan’s own sleeping space.

Ewan's Floor Bed

For awhile now we have been ruminating over what kind of space Ewan needs. It has been clear, for awhile, that he was ready, and so were we, for a bit of a change. Ewan goes to bed early now, somewhere between 7 and 8 each night. When we’ve been coming to join him in bed, we’ve been waking him. It seemed like he would sleep better, longer, and more peacefully, if he had a space of his own to start his sleep each night.

We considered many different options. The idea of a crib never really jived with us. Something about the bars, and the lack of control for the child never sat right. Also, a crib doesn’t allow for cuddles from a parent, something that we aren’t willing to give up yet.

A toddler bed seemed a bit unsafe still. Ewan is more mobile now and it will be a bit of time still before he can learn how to safely get himself in and out of bed. One of the goals of getting him his own space was to reduce our worry about his safety when sleeping solo.

As I was searching and reading around the internet, finding countless articles and message boards looking for the perfect option, I happened upon a concept that was, previously, foreign to me. The Montessori floor bed.

After more thought and exploration, it seemed perfect. It is a safe space for him to sleep with no possibility of rolling off and hurting himself. It fits within our small bedroom without making us feel cramped and uncomfortable. And, with a bit of manuevering, Aaron and I can still lay with him, parenting him, until he drifts off into peaceful slumber.

And best of all, Ewan seems to be a fan.

Thumbs Up

On the first night, he slept there peacefully and happily until about 1:15am. When he woke, we scooped him up and brought him to bed, to nurse and cuddle, just the way we always have. He stayed with us until morning and it was just perfect. A perfect blend of togetherness and separateness. Exactly what we needed right now.

I still want to spiffy up his area a bit. I love how Sew Liberated has created artwork at a low level for her babe to enjoy. I would like to do some of the same, after the holidays, of course.

I’m also thinking that a book sling along one side of his bed would be perfect. That way he can wake up and help himself to a good read.

Overall, I think this is good. I think it is positive for all of us. Although, I have to admit that it was a little lonely in bed without him last night. Aaron and I turned on the nightlight a handful of times to look over and watch him, missing him. But once we did finally lay down, we both relished in all.that.space. It’s amazing how much room that little one takes up in bed!

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Our Advent

When I was a kid we always had the little cardboard advent calendars that you buy at the grocery store. Each morning I eagerly opened the little perforated door to reveal the daily chocolate piece. Sometime as my sister and I aged, the tradition faded. I went many years without one of those precious little boxes until my first year at university when my parents remembered that tradition and sent another of those calendars my way.

After that first year at university, however, the tradition died altogether. A calendar didn’t get sent to me and I never bought one for myself. Despite the fact that I haven’t counted down advent in that way in many years, more than 10 in fact, I have certainly longed to do so.

That longing persisted and became too strong to resist this year. This first advent with my babe.

Even though I have such positive memories of the advent calendars of my childhood, I couldn’t resist doing something a little more. Especially with all the inspiration around the web.

The first calendar I saw that really stuck with me was a few years ago over at Martha Stewart. (No idea why I was there.) I had every intention of making one just like it for us this year, I even started collecting adorable holiday themed baby socks. But that ended up being the problem. I got three pairs and got stuck. I couldn’t seem to find anymore, before the holidays, at a price I was willing to pay. After the holidays might be a different story.

So I started moving on and looking around for other ideas. I saw one over at Purl Bee. Wisecraft has a gorgeous one, as well. This one is gorgeous too. But I was put off by the sewing, and the embroidering, and the time that I didn’t have, as it was already the end of November, and my opportunities to craft are limited.

I kept looking, finding lots of ideas for why to do advent and what to put inside the calendar, but never finding just the right idea for our family. Until one night, lying in bed of course, I thought about filling the base of our tiny christmas tree with 25 miniature presents.

Little Presents

So, that’s just what we did. I folded 50 boxes using paper scraps I had around. Aaron made the numbered gift tags.

Beneath the Tree

We filled the boxes and now all there is to do is wait, eagerly for each morning when we open the box to reveal what’s inside. (More on that another time!)

The calendar is perfect and even though I know what is inside, I put it there after all, I still feel that same sense of anticipation, excitement and wonder as we open the box at breakfast each morning. Ewan certainly won’t remember this advent but I am hoping that when we repeat the tradition next year he will get a chance to feel the same way I do. We all deserve a little bit of wonder in our lives.

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