Falling in Love

over here.

Falling in love.

Clyde Scott Tripp

August 4, 2009 at 6:02 in the evening
9 pounds, 2 ounces and 22 inches
Born at home

Quotable Sunday (on Monday)

"That great Cathedral space which was childhood."
Virginia Woolf

A Knitting Frenzy

I have been struck with the knitting bug lately- a strong urge to plow through my stash of yarn and to make soft things for the soft little human being we are awaiting any day now (or maybe not--can pregnancy be a permanent condition?).

I made the first hat from this pattern out of some Blue Sky Organic Cotton for the new addition to the family. I am enamoured with the idea of putting a home crafted article of clothing on our baby when she or he enters into the world. I only hope this one fits--it may be a little big.

I made that same pixie hat in fingering weight from this pattern for my friend's one year old. My handknits usually come out fairly large so I knit it for a newborn thinking it would fit a one year old--and it does!

Finally, I finished the Project Linus Security Blanket from Knitting for Peace also knit our of Blue Sky Alpaca Organic Cotton.

I have a few more projects in the works too. Ahh, knitting therapy... There is nothing like it.

Quotable Sunday (or...err... Wednesday)

The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting

Dr Suess

40 weeks and counting...

One Summer Night

My husband, who took guitar lessons a couple of years ago, got out his guitar after dinner on a humid evening last week. The song that came out of his mouth was improvised and hysterical (something about family members and being on the potty). Funny how kids take to music so well--they first began by dancing and then found instruments from around the house to join their Daddy in the music-making. Then, before we knew it, a block village was being erected at the feet of their father. A wordless transition and an amazing one at that. For me, it was a real-life, right before my eyes example of the ways which creativity begets creativity.

Family Art Night

I read about Family Art Night about a year ago in Amanda Soule's book The Creative Family. The idea is such a good one--a gathering of the whole family to participate in a creative process. For us, the best time and night seems to be Sunday after dinner. We are filled from a weekend spent together with friends and family, and we are a tad bit anxious about the days to come--a seemingly good creative cocktail. Last week, we each drew a picture to be hung up in the new baby's room. This week, we made a banner entitled, "A Day at the Beach" depicting the morning we spent at the so VERY Jersey shore. There areairplanes and beefed-up life guards, knitting needles and pregnant mamas falling down on our piece of work. Norah's watercolored imaginings, Harvey's wandering crayolas and Brian's sketchy sketches--all of them make me smile.