Knitters, Crocheters: If you are using plastic needles to weave in your loose ends, stop doing it! They make weaving in ends difficult, messy, and annoying. Use metal needles at all costs, your projects and your hands will thank you! I recently picked up a 4 pack of Boye metal yarn needles for about $1.25 and suddenly I like weaving in ends. A lot. I feel like switching yarn colors every row of every project just so I have more ends to weave in. They make it so easy. I feel like a pro when I use them!
I'm working on Dip's baby blanket now. It is going to be 36" x 36", and there are going to be 6 different sections of color. Light Lime Green, Dark Orange, Red, Grey, Light Orange, and Yellow- in that order. (I'm working on red right now) I am doing 14 rows of each color in order to make each section 6" wide. I've finished 9 rows of red, so I only have another 5 rows to complete before I am exactly halfway done with the blanket! This is amazing, because I truly didn't spend that long working on this blanket so far and it blows my mind that I'm almost halfway done with it already. I expected a 36" x 36" blanket to take much longer to make than this.
When I first started working on the blanket I had different colors planned, instead of the grey I was going to use a dark blue color, and it was going to look pretty much just like a rainbow with all the different colors. I also didn't have the light orange color in my plans to use at all so there would be no repeat colors. When I realized it was going to look like a rainbow I got frustrated and tried desperately to figure out how to fix it. I thought it would be way too flashy and tacky if it looked like a rainbow.
But it turns out that the girl name I have picked out means "rainbow". I haven't announced the name yet, so if you really want to know the girl name you could research baby names that mean rainbow and take a guess. I'll tell you if you're right.
;-D But if I have a girl, a rainbow blanket would be actually pretty cool because it would represent her name. One of her middle names would be Leona (my grandma's name, which means lion) so I thought it would be fun to buy a rainbow colored lion for her. I've been seeing ads everywhere online for a Webkinz lion with a rainbow colored mane. That will be perfect if we have a girl, and I hope it will still be available in a few months if we find out the boy prediction was wrong. It would be so much fun shopping for a little girl who's name means "rainbow" and "lion". It would be fun shopping for a little girl, period. Little dresses and ballet slipper booties. I hope that I can someday have a girl, but if I never do, oh well. I'll still love my sons so much it hurts so I really won't be missing out on much of anything.
Today my son broke my heart. He does every day in one way or another, not on purpose of course. We were doing "bow wow" time (which means I read to him). He calls every book "bow wow" and he squeals the words "bow wow" repeatedly every time he wants to read or every time we are in the process of picking out a different book and he's excited. I let him down off my lap so he could run over to the pile of books and pick out another one to read, and he threw one of the books on the floor beside him. I should have picked it up immediately, but I was feeling too lazy to get up. He picked out the book he wanted, started to run over to me, and then slipped on the book on the floor and fell on his back. The book he had in his hands flew across the room. I want to cry just thinking about it. He didn't get hurt, he didn't even cry. He just looked bewildered and confused. I think it hurt my heart more than it hurt him, and he recovered within a few seconds. I retrieved the book he had picked out and instantly cuddled up to him started reading it to him with extra enthusiasm to make up for his accident. But the image of him falling and losing his book just tore me up inside. It still does. I don't know if it's because I'm pregnant that I feel so emotional about it, but he is just much too innocent for things to go wrong in his little life. I want for everything to go just right in his life and for him to be completely happy every second. At least when he's being well-behaved. If he's being bad, I don't mind stopping his bad behavior even if it means he gets angry at me. That's fine. But when he's being so good and happy it's really a shame for something bad to happen to him. Thank goodness when he's old enough for things in his life to go seriously wrong I will probably be too old to be pregnant, so I might be able to handle his problems without breaking down and sobbing every time.
Before I had children I didn't realize how much it's possible to love them. It's truly a miracle how much love fills you up when you meet your children, but it also makes you more vulnerable to pain than you've ever been before. It's scary. Every time you see your child struggle or get hurt, it hurts you twice as much. Sometimes I think that if I were ever to lose my son, I would die. Not from heartbreak, since people somehow manage to live through that, but I just don't know how I'd be able to breathe if he were gone.
I'm so scared of my son growing up. I love my toddler son so much that I can't imagine him being a teenager or an adult. Right now he is innocent, sweet, adorable, funny, trusting, and dependent on me. Those are the things that make up who my son is and those are the things I am in love with right now. When he is an adult he will probably have sex, swear, make mistakes, and act like all other men do. He won't be innocent, cute, or dependent on me anymore. He also won't love me the same way he does now. He won't look up to me anymore like I'm the greatest person in the world. He'll think his current girlfriend or his wife is the best person in the world. What does it feel like to love an adult child? Is it a hard transition? My love for my son right now is perfect and I don't want it to change. Am I the only person who has ever worried about this?
I don't know how I'll cope when he is too old to give me big sloppy kisses and beg me for hugs and cuddles. Every time he gives me a kiss I cherish it because I know that in a year or 2 he will no longer give me a million kisses right on the mouth every day. I hope that as I grow older I am able to value the relationship I'll share with him as an adult as much as I currently value being his protector and teacher. More than anything, I hope he likes me and loves me when he's old enough to choose who he loves.
I'm working on Dip's baby blanket now. It is going to be 36" x 36", and there are going to be 6 different sections of color. Light Lime Green, Dark Orange, Red, Grey, Light Orange, and Yellow- in that order. (I'm working on red right now) I am doing 14 rows of each color in order to make each section 6" wide. I've finished 9 rows of red, so I only have another 5 rows to complete before I am exactly halfway done with the blanket! This is amazing, because I truly didn't spend that long working on this blanket so far and it blows my mind that I'm almost halfway done with it already. I expected a 36" x 36" blanket to take much longer to make than this.
When I first started working on the blanket I had different colors planned, instead of the grey I was going to use a dark blue color, and it was going to look pretty much just like a rainbow with all the different colors. I also didn't have the light orange color in my plans to use at all so there would be no repeat colors. When I realized it was going to look like a rainbow I got frustrated and tried desperately to figure out how to fix it. I thought it would be way too flashy and tacky if it looked like a rainbow.
But it turns out that the girl name I have picked out means "rainbow". I haven't announced the name yet, so if you really want to know the girl name you could research baby names that mean rainbow and take a guess. I'll tell you if you're right.
;-D But if I have a girl, a rainbow blanket would be actually pretty cool because it would represent her name. One of her middle names would be Leona (my grandma's name, which means lion) so I thought it would be fun to buy a rainbow colored lion for her. I've been seeing ads everywhere online for a Webkinz lion with a rainbow colored mane. That will be perfect if we have a girl, and I hope it will still be available in a few months if we find out the boy prediction was wrong. It would be so much fun shopping for a little girl who's name means "rainbow" and "lion". It would be fun shopping for a little girl, period. Little dresses and ballet slipper booties. I hope that I can someday have a girl, but if I never do, oh well. I'll still love my sons so much it hurts so I really won't be missing out on much of anything.
Today my son broke my heart. He does every day in one way or another, not on purpose of course. We were doing "bow wow" time (which means I read to him). He calls every book "bow wow" and he squeals the words "bow wow" repeatedly every time he wants to read or every time we are in the process of picking out a different book and he's excited. I let him down off my lap so he could run over to the pile of books and pick out another one to read, and he threw one of the books on the floor beside him. I should have picked it up immediately, but I was feeling too lazy to get up. He picked out the book he wanted, started to run over to me, and then slipped on the book on the floor and fell on his back. The book he had in his hands flew across the room. I want to cry just thinking about it. He didn't get hurt, he didn't even cry. He just looked bewildered and confused. I think it hurt my heart more than it hurt him, and he recovered within a few seconds. I retrieved the book he had picked out and instantly cuddled up to him started reading it to him with extra enthusiasm to make up for his accident. But the image of him falling and losing his book just tore me up inside. It still does. I don't know if it's because I'm pregnant that I feel so emotional about it, but he is just much too innocent for things to go wrong in his little life. I want for everything to go just right in his life and for him to be completely happy every second. At least when he's being well-behaved. If he's being bad, I don't mind stopping his bad behavior even if it means he gets angry at me. That's fine. But when he's being so good and happy it's really a shame for something bad to happen to him. Thank goodness when he's old enough for things in his life to go seriously wrong I will probably be too old to be pregnant, so I might be able to handle his problems without breaking down and sobbing every time.
Before I had children I didn't realize how much it's possible to love them. It's truly a miracle how much love fills you up when you meet your children, but it also makes you more vulnerable to pain than you've ever been before. It's scary. Every time you see your child struggle or get hurt, it hurts you twice as much. Sometimes I think that if I were ever to lose my son, I would die. Not from heartbreak, since people somehow manage to live through that, but I just don't know how I'd be able to breathe if he were gone.
I'm so scared of my son growing up. I love my toddler son so much that I can't imagine him being a teenager or an adult. Right now he is innocent, sweet, adorable, funny, trusting, and dependent on me. Those are the things that make up who my son is and those are the things I am in love with right now. When he is an adult he will probably have sex, swear, make mistakes, and act like all other men do. He won't be innocent, cute, or dependent on me anymore. He also won't love me the same way he does now. He won't look up to me anymore like I'm the greatest person in the world. He'll think his current girlfriend or his wife is the best person in the world. What does it feel like to love an adult child? Is it a hard transition? My love for my son right now is perfect and I don't want it to change. Am I the only person who has ever worried about this?
I don't know how I'll cope when he is too old to give me big sloppy kisses and beg me for hugs and cuddles. Every time he gives me a kiss I cherish it because I know that in a year or 2 he will no longer give me a million kisses right on the mouth every day. I hope that as I grow older I am able to value the relationship I'll share with him as an adult as much as I currently value being his protector and teacher. More than anything, I hope he likes me and loves me when he's old enough to choose who he loves.
Little tumbles is a part of growing up, all kids do, and they don't blink. It's how they learn, if they slip on something they throw on the floor, they begin to learn they shouldn't throw it on the floor, or they should pick it up etc. Specially little boys, they are so rough and tumble. lol
ReplyDeleteI agree on the metal vs plastic 200%. I used to always use metal, then switched to plastic because the eye was larger for bigger yarns and therefore easier to use with less of a point. Then noticed the plastic ones weren't made as well as they used to be, I kept breaking them. Argh, switched back to metal and was surprised how much they've improved, blunt ends now and larger eyes, and they do slide through the yarn soooooooooooo much eaiser.