I'm in LOVE! / My kingdom for a full night's sleep
I can't remember the last time I went to bed in the evening and slept a deep, restful, uninterrupted sleep until the alarm went off in the morning. It was probably before I had Sydney. It is slightly easier dealing with the sleep deprivation this time around, probably because I've been somewhat sleep deprived for almost three years. It makes me think of a Ny-Quil commercial where the slogan was "It will make you sleep like you did before you had kids" and it shows a couple falling back into a cushy bed made up with fluffy white pillows and a huge down comforter. And we're thinking of having another baby...call us crazy.
As for the first title, that came about from my delight when I stumbled bleary-eyed into the living room this morning and saw a little white box sitting by the front door. My ball winder and swift came in the mail yesterday! I got home too late last night to try it out then, but I set it up this morning. Here it is in all its glory:
And here is the first beautiful ball I wound:
Isn't it lovely? This thing rocks - it is going to save me so much time. I can't believe I've never used one before! They always looked too scary to me in the LYS, and I didn't want to look like a total idiot trying to figure out how to use it in front of all the other knitters. I feel stupid now, because it is pretty darn easy. I especially love the brand name of the swift - the "K.M. All-Powerful Reeling Machine". I bow to you, All-Powerful One. So long, yarn barf! Now I just have to figure out how to keep my daughter from breaking it...
This is my son's new favorite position. He used to want us to hold him all the time. Now he wants to lay on the floor and roll around all the time. He will stay down there for hours! I think it's because he has just started rolling over from back to stomach, and he wants to practice, practice, practice. He now has a little bald spot on the back of his head where he's rubbed all the hair off on the carpet. Sydney, of course, likes to jump towards him and land as close as she can to his head without actually stepping on it. This bothers me a little bit (she has never really hurt him, but there's a first time for everything...) but it makes her father absolutely apoplectic. He rants and raves at her, which of course eggs her on.
Playgroup is at our house on Friday morning, which means I'm going to have to clean. The state of the house at the morning is bordering on uninhabitable. In fact, I'd better get started if I'm going to have any hope of finishing in time...