After all of yesterday’s running around, Simon and I have stayed home today. He made his wishes to that effect apparent when he took a 2 1/2 hour nap, from 9:30 to 12:00. Little dude was tuckered out!
Yesterday evening we picked Jeff up from the train station and went up to this Mexican restaurant in Pasadena that we really like: El Portal. Their fried fish tacos are the bomb-diggity! And Jeff gets this carne burrito that’s essentially just a side of beef wrapped in a tortilla. Massive. Disgusting. But he likes it.
The past two nights we’ve done something different for Simon’s bedtime, that’s actually worked out sorta well. Our old routine (outlined in exhausting detail last week, if you care) was getting really frustrating for me. Simon now likes to flip from boob to boob when he’s tired and avoiding sleep, culminating in biting me and whining once they’re empty and he’s not asleep. So my new plan to put a stop to THAT shit has consisted of putting the boobs away, then pinning his arms down and doing the rocking back-and-forth and humming thing that I do when I’m wearing him into a nap. Wednesday night the novelty of it was enough that he conked right out, but last night he struggled mightily (including several attempts to bite my boob through my bra/shirt. Eewwwwouuuuchhhh!) After he fell asleep from rocking, though, he startled awake a few minutes later and I ended up boobing him back down. So we’ll see what happens tonight. I still prefer boobing right up until he sleeps (because once he drops off he’ll usually sleep-nurse long enough to stimulate a second let-down), but I’m also a fan of keeping my nipples attached to my body, lol. Nursing a big kid is a whole different game than nursing a tiny baby! We still love it though
Yesterday evening I was thinking longingly of my long-neglected knitting, and all of a sudden I was struck by the undeniable urge to cast on for a pair of striped stockinette knee socks. So I entered the blue room (which is where we’re keeping all our packed boxes) and climbed Empty Box Mountain to reach the far-flung Yarn Stash Binland:
But this morning! While Simon slumbered on the couch next to me, I painstakingly HAND-WOUND both of these hanks (and the Fiberphile was more than a little knotty, I don’t mind telling you), since my swift and ballwinder are also buried and we got rid of the lamp with a shade that was perfect for an impromptu swift.
And I’m about to cast on in a minute here, if Simon will stay engaged with his toy piano and push-walker long enough for me to cast on 88 stitches and join in the round without twisting
This afternoon – I’m posting here, so you’ll hold me to it! – I have got to work on packing. Tea said she should be able to watch Simon for a bit, and that’d be great – it would give me the chance to get started on the kitchen. Packing the kitchen is so deceptive – everything’s tucked away in cabinets, so it doesn’t look like *that* much, but then you’ve gotta wrap everything, and …buh. It’s a lot.
The good news is that I put together a whole ‘nuther box of stuff for Goodwill. Mostly Jeff’s stuff :-P.
(PS – did you know that though Pyrex is incredibly durable, when it breaks it shatters magnificently into exceptionally pointy little grains of glass? And that then you have to not only sweep and vacuum up the shards, but also go over the entire floor with strips of packing tape? There. Now you know. So you won’t feel compelled to break any and find out the hard way. You’re welcome.)