New baby, new sister

New baby, new sister


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THE GRANDS

Proud Pawpaw aka Mr.Iknead and prouder big sister, Susannah aka the Papoose with the new kid in town, Annabelle Kate. Three grands, three girls. Can it get any better? And what about Babydiva? She’s only so freaking cute that there ought to be a law! I’ll get more pics up when I get home. I’m doing this post on my nook so there’s no telling how this post is going to turn out. I’ll be back home with my laptop and post more, I promise.

Enter Annabelle Kate

Enter Annabelle Kate


THE GRANDS

Yes, babywatch has wound down and we welcomed Miss Annabelle Kate this morning at 10:59 a.m., weighing in at 7 pounds, 14 Ounces and 19 inches long.  She has all the deluxe equipment, ten fingers, ten toes and a headful of thick, black hair.  She’s beautiful (of course), is already nursing like a champ and seems to have it all under control.  The Papoose is excited to be a big sister and has been practicing on Babydiva today.  A  perfectly wonderful day.  Bigmama is no longer big, probably Mediummama for now, and is recovering well from this mornings c-section.

See what I mean by the hair?

PawPaw and Annabelle

I’m going to try my hardest to get more pics tomorrow and get them posted.  She’s precious and I’m very excited to start getting to know this little one.  Life is good.

ON THE NEEDLES

Dropsy scarf is coming right along, not much done on it for obvious reasons.  I’ll get a picture of it and the Bonfire shawl that I started yesterday.  I think they’re both coming along nicely.

Life is an echo.   What you send out–you get back.  What you give–you get.  Anonymous

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ACK!!!

ACK!!!


NEED SPRAY AND WASH STAT!

Somehow this morning my skirt (which happens to be my current favorite) got hung up in one of the wheels on my chair.  I had to just yank it out, but fortunately, it didn’t rip.  What did happen is that it has grease or something on it.  Pray that it will come out with a little elbow grease and stain remover this evening as soon as I get home.  Arghhhhhhh!

 BY THE BOOK

I finally finished my treadmill book, The Last Romanov, yesterday.  Enjoyed it for what it was – fiction not even trying to pass for nonfiction.  Now I’m shopping for another treadmill book, maybe Nicholas and Alexandra, in keeping with my current Russia/Romanov obsession.  I read this a long, long time ago, when books were always made of paper and if not bought, were checked out of the library, with a signature and stamped date so you’d know when it return it.  The olden days I suppose.  Nicholas and Alexandra it is.

   ON THE NEEDLES (STILL)

The Dropsy scarf has undergone a few changes, I added a few more stitches to widen it and am much happier with the way it looks.  I took this pic this a.m. in natural light and the color is much truer than last weeks photo.

THE GRANDS

Still on babywatch at the Papoose’s house.  Unless Bigmama goes into labor before hand, this time next Wednesday, we should have a  brand new grand to show off.   Bigmama’s WIP will become a FO!  (sorry, a little knitting humor there).

Knowledge can be conveyed, but not wisdom.  It can be found, it can be lived, it is possible to be carried by it, miracles can be performed with it, but it cannot be expressed in words and taught.  Herman Hesse

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WIP Wednesday 09/12/12

WIP Wednesday 09/12/12


ON THE NEEDLES

A dropped stitch scarf that I’ve christened Dropsy.

Dropsy

Strangely, it’s not bluish, it’s pink.  Just use your imagination, please.

THE GRANDS

Bigmama still gestating, the Papoose is still two and the cutest thing on the planet and Babydiva is still growing like a weed.   Can’t wait to meet the newest grand!

People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.  Love them anyway.  Mother Teresa

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Look what I got!

Look what I got!


SOMETHING NEW

Ok, a couple of months ago I decided, out of the blue one afternoon, that I desperately needed a tattoo.  Never had one, don’t know where the idea came from, but it was a must-do and the quicker the better.  I suppose I’ve always been adventurous, I’ve had a couple of piercings and such, but never a tat.  So, I started researching and looking at different designs on the internet, soft of fell in love with a couple, but really never hard enough that I wanted to wear from here on out.  Then, I found a design of a ball of yarn with knitting needles and totally, madly fell in love with it.  After settling on the design and color, all I had to do was nerve myself up and get inked.  This part only took about three weeks, but Friday was the perfect day (don’t know what made it perfect) to get a first tat so I marched myself to my local tattoo parlor, consulted with a (now my) artist, ponied up the money and am now the proud wearer of a beautiful tat that I’m totally in love with.  Unveilling……drum roll please…..

I love the color violet so it was a must.  I did a little research also on different colors and what they represented.  One thing I learned was the people who are drawn to violet tend to be creative, sensitive and serene.  Plus I just think it’s a pretty color.  Here’s where I put in a shameless plug for 7th Street Tattoo and Salon.  Awesome shop, made me, a 55 year old grandma feel welcome and comfortable.  I enjoyed the whole experience.  I think their website is www.7thStreettattoo.com  A guy I work with said I was finally showing off my badass self with a knitting tattoo.  Anyway, I love it and am already planning my second one.

AS FAR AS THE GRANDS

Bigmama is still gestating and running after a 2 year old, so she’s pretty much resting during the Papoose’s nap time.  I was very surprised by her reaction to the tat, she right away said she loved it and thought it was totally “me”.

So that was my weekend.  Am planning my second one already, maybe somethin on my foot, but it will be a while before it actually happens.

So that’s what I did on my weekend.  I’d love to hear what others did on their weekends.

The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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WIP Wednesday, 09/05/12

WIP Wednesday, 09/05/12


THE GRANDS

The Papoose and fam got back from the beach Sunday, where they had a nearly front row seat to hurricane Isaac.  Luckily, he took a more westward course and they only had one day of rain and wind.  Glad to have them back in their nest, now awaiting the new baby on September 26.  Can’t wait, we don’t know the gender, Bigmama and Bigdaddy prefer to find out the old fashioned way, at birth.  I admit, though, while I really don’t have a preference, I do have a baby boy outfit stashed in my closet, just in case. : )  Here’s Bigmama gestating away –

ON THE NEEDLES

It’s WIP Wednesday and here’s the beginning of the Bauble shawl I’ve been going on about, with only one false start.  Oh gosh, hope I didn’t jinx it.  It’s going to be lovely, I can tell already.

The yarn (if I hadn’t already mentioned it) is Cascade Yarns Heritage Silk Paint, 85% Merino Superwash Wool and 15% Mulberry Silk, color number 9801.  Since it has only a number, not a color name, I think I’ll call it Bonfire.  That’s what the colors make me think of.  I think everything should have an actual name and Bonfire fits.

BY THE BOOK

My treadmill book is The Last Romanov by Dora LevyMossanen, which is awesome even if you’re not obsessed with the whole Romanov/is Anastasia still alive mystery.  This book grabbed me and pulled me into it, to the point that I’m actually walking longer than usual, just because I have to know what happens next.  Love it.

IN THE OVEN

Last weekend we had a couple of days of cooler (relatively speaking) weather and so I satisfied my need to bake with a carrot cake for Mr. Iknead, which technically was an anniversary gift since last Friday, 09/01/12, marked our 33rd wedding anniversary.  Long time and we still like each other.  A funny about the cake – now, Mr. Iknead doesn’t have a real discerning palate when it comes to certain things;  so, I’m grating carrots, mixing and sifting for the cake and he says to me, “Could you put the good kind of cream cheese icing on it, you know, the kind that comes in a can?”  Cracked me up.  We call that keepin’ it real.

To be positive:  To be mistaken at the top of one’s voice.  Ambrose Bierce

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