It's time for some gratuitously cute photos.
I got a new camera for Christmas, and it has made me into a MUCH BETTER photographer. I love it. I took it to the pool yesterday, and managed a few photos before the battery ran flat (for the first time, I should mention). At this time in my pregnancy (seven weeks to go), I should be doing all sorts of nesting things, but a very low ferritin level is keeping me exhausted. However, I woke up this morning with a SUDDEN AND MASSIVE URGE TO NEST. RIGHT NOW.
For the last couple of months, I've been
knitting like crazy, since I've been so tired, and unable to do much else. When I was eight months pregnant with Oliver, I built him a bed. But I don't have any power tools here, which is just as well, what with the heat and my exhaustion, so I've been knitting. During the first trimester, morning sickness made me feel like I was carsick if I watched the needles, and since I need to watch the needles, I couldn't knit without wanting to puke, so I've been trying to make up for lost time.
However, today it's no longer enough. So this morning, I dragged a cupboard into the bedroom for baby's things, wiped it down, arranged the baby things we have (and that I bought last week, but Mom, don't worry, the cupboard isn't even a third full), and now am frantically searching for patterns to knit. I can't decide if
Ravelry is my saviour, or just feeding my obsession. Either way, it's the Best Thing Ever.
But what has prompted this sudden determination to organize, clean and tidy all baby's things?? I even decanted some moisturizer into a little travel bottle to put into my new Crabtree & Evelyn toiletry bag. I haven't washed any of baby's clothes yet, because it's been too early, and there are still seven weeks to go, but suddenly the urge is upon me.
And with that cleaning/organizing urge is an irresistible compulsion to knit ALL MY YARN. EVERY SINGLE METER OF IT, which could, conceivably, take about seven years, even staying up until 3 am every night as I have been.
Whoa. The rambling. It's the panic talking. Duncan got rid of most of our baby clothes a year or so ago. I said, "But what if we have another baby?" And he said, "You'll buy more stuff." You know Duncan, right? Clearly he didn't think that through entirely. But I haven't bought too much, and today I went through the box of clothes we still have, and... there's NOTHING FOR NEWBORNS IN THERE.
OMG, the PANIC. And there's no shopping here (okay, a Target Country, but what's the point of THAT?). The day trip to Perth last week nearly did me in, but I think I'm going to have to plan another trip because THERE'S NO SHOPPING HERE and THERE'S NOTHING FOR NEWBORNS IN THAT BOX.
I'm going to hyperventilate in a minute.
But I digress. My thought processes are scrambled by hormones and heat. Please forgive me. Onto the photos.
Oliver, who a week ago loved the water, but did not want to be horizontal in it, even with support, has taught himself, seemingly in one day, how to do the crawl:
... and how to dive:
Now, if only Duncan had shaken the center part from his hair (and let me pick out his swim shirt), that photo would be PERFECT. Duncan says he'd like to be airbrushed out, so Oliver looks like he's just coming in for a water landing.
And this one, well, this one is stressful on my pregnant hormones. I think it's the shadow of his toes that pushes me over the edge:
I'm definitely getting that one blown up to poster size.
Labels: baby, boys, daily, photo
