This is a problem:
The ladies love the sandbox at their nursery school. This is the floor of their playhouse, which is in the dining room of our house. First Lady lay down on our bed while I was taking her sister to the bathroom and about a cup of sand came out of her shoes onto her father’s side.
So, today, after an appointment, I made this in about a half an hour from scrap wood:
The rule is now that shoes are removed before entry into the house. We’ll see if this reduces the beachy feeling.
It’s based on the one board bench. The length of the top is based on how much space we have, the height is roughly based on the height of their chairs (and cut down because I got the bevel wrong), and it’s a 1×6 board.
Since moving to Dixie, I haven’t been knitting. It feels pointless to make warm things when it will be in the nineties in November. I’m extremely underemployed, so I haven’t wanted to make lace scarves that will sit in my drawer.
Instead, I’ve been building furniture– the learning towers for First Lady and Matriarch, a sand/water table for them, bookcases for the guest/sewing room, and now a folding table to put my sewing machine on. I’ve also made Halloween costumes and have sewn some tops for them. I have dresses queued up for them (I’ve found knit fabric with a print of dinosaurs!) and maybe one for me, since people at church are much dressier than they were back North. I’m also making bows now that the girls realized they’re an option and enjoy wearing them. (Some of the little girls wear bows so much I swear they must have terry cloth bath bows.)
It is starting to get cooler, and I’m working, slowly, on some socks. There may be sparse knitting and more sewing and woodworking fro a while, though.
We moved to a very Southern state this month. I haven’t gotten much knitting in; I built these learning towers for the hooligans and have been putting things away and building furniture. Hopefully things will be calmer soon.
The First Lady and Matriarch were christened, as I’d hoped, in church, together, on one of the ‘days appointed,’ not as an emergency baptism.
Here they are with their godparents, father, and me:
I made the dresses (Matriarch is in red, looking tired, and First Lady is in blue). The ribbons you can see hanging tied at the front of the sailor collars, but they loved chewing on the bows and untying them.
I’m still working on Matriarch’s shawl. It’s about 36%; I had it on hold to finish the dresses. It’s now a higher priority. I’ve been working on the two shawls for almost eleven months now (I started around the end of the first trimester since I’d been to nervous to start before) and really want to have them both done for the girls’ first birthdays.
(Also, I’d like to knit some things for myself as well.)
First of all, the girls are doing well. They’re in the “graduate nursery,” not the NICU any more; they’re working on leaning how to eat, regulate their temperature, and being weaned off oxygen. They’re each over four pounds now, so they’re growing like tiny weeds.
In college, there was a song that they had a folksinger perform during orientation with the line of the post title: “Normal’s Just A Setting on the Washing Machine.” It’s strange how normal changes so quickly.
The girls were born very late on 8 July (I’d gone into labor in the very early hours of that day and the bulk of the day was spent trying to stop the labor at least long enough for the girls to have steroids for lung development). I first saw them almost exactly twenty-four hours after labor had started. During the first days while I was in the hospital, they weren’t ready to be touched yet, but then we started to be able to hold them.
Every day now, I go and visit them and do kangaroo care/skin to skin. It’s an actually scientific treatment for them (and for me and for Caleb when he comes); they do better if they’re lying on a familiar chest, hearing a familiar heartbeat and voice, than if they’re in the isolette. I’m also supposed to kiss them as much as possible so that I pick up information about their immune systems and produce the right antibodies in my milk. (Patting and stroking, though, are too much stimulation for them in quantity; I’m supposed to put a hand on their backs instead of stroking them.) The daily visit, the pumping milk every few hours, the calls in to see how they are right after morning shift change and nightly weighing (later on bath days) are all the new normal. And, in a matter of weeks, when they’re home, there will be an entirely new normal that will soon seem as if it’s always been that way.
They got names the day after they were born; we’d been planning to figure that out what ended up being the weekend after they were born. They were around two months early, so we thought there was time. I’m not going to be using their names here for a while at least; partly it’s because all four of us have somewhat distinctive names, but also it’s because I’m trying to figure out what information about them I want on the Internet. Here, they’ll be going by the First Lady (for the older one) and the Matriarch (for the younger one). These are references to holders of their names, but hopefully not Googleable.
I’ve started knitting a diaper soaker; I held it up to the Matriarch and checked that the sizing looked right. Of course, since motherhood hasn’t changed me entirely, I’m making it in referee stripes.
Very late on Tuesday evening, I gave birth to my twin daughters.
They were very early and are slated to be in the NICU for quite some time.
I’m at ten percent on the second shawl and will keep working on it to welcome her home or be used at her baptism.
One thing that was very comforting to me when they brought me up to see them the first time was that the older girl had on a handknit hat and there was a handknit blanket in her warming bed. Now that the younger one is stabler, there’s a blanket for her as well. They’re in incubators, so no hats now, but have the blankets down below their feet.
It was so nice seeing that, even though this was totally unexpected, they still had something there made with love for them.
Almost no knitting has been going on since my last post; I’m working on a top secret family fiber arts thing and just finished up my school year.
We’re watching the World Cup here, and each of us is rooting for a different team. I used this to pick Croatia, My husband has a complicated hierarchy since he actually follows soccer, and, since they practice their tiki-taka (fancy footwork) frequently, we think the littlest fans support Spain.
I am winding the yarn for the second shawl, though.
I did say there would be a picture, but didn’t say it would be of the shawl.
There is a reason I’ve been working on the lace shawl so wholeheartedly; we’re having twin girls in August. Once I finish this shawl, I’ll be starting on one for my other daughter.
(For the record, the picture is several weeks out of date; I’m not sure I fit into that shirt any more.)
I had meant to post tonight, but will probably be going to bed earlier. Not much knitting this week with the extra hours at work, so I need to get sleep and knit more.
Caleb and I went to the MFA for the Lunar New Year celebrations.
There weren’t any knitted objects I could see, real or painted, but there were embroidered ones.
I worked on the cuff of a mitten on the way and started a new sock.