What is this strange sensation?

Why, I believe it is time, and I seem to have some on my hands!

We just got back from the doctors office and our little guy now weighs 8 1/2 lbs and is 21″ long. I can’t believe how huge he is now, but we still get stopped whenever we go out in public with comments about how little he is. While we were there the Rookie got his 4 month immunizations. His scream just cut me right to the heart, but after a snuggle and his pacifier, he’s been out like a light. Which is awesome because he didn’t sleep at all last night and I am worked.

While my list of things to do is never what you might call short, I currently don’t have anything to do that MUST get done by a certain date. I have to finish a baby present for one of my dearest friends whose baby is turning one year old any day now, and I have about three dozen birthdays I’ve missed that I must catch up on, and there’s always my never ending house project, but since I’ve already missed all those deadlines, I think I’m safe if I go run and take a nap.

A nap. Ha! I get a nap. Somebody pinch me.

Bear’s back in town and has already started his new job, which is going well so far. The residents are already asking when I’m going to bring the baby around to visit, and the ladies knitting group is awaiting me.

The blessing was wonderful and the party went pretty smoothly. It was so wonderful seeing so much of our family. At the actual service I just bawled. It all just seemed to hit me at once; all we’d waited for, all we’d fought for, everything we white knuckled our way through, it was all worth it. The day I’d been imagining for eight years. The day I’d been afraid would never come. He’s healthy, I’m healthy, Bear has a great job….I have everything I ever wanted. Including a nap.

Where has the time gone?

Would you believe Bear comes home on Friday? This time has actually been way easier than I feared it would be. In fact, it kind of would have been a breeze if it weren’t for the fact that while I was busy playing single parent, I was also planning a big fat blowout party that is scheduled for Sunday. We’re having Atticus’s blessing that day, and a ton of family is coming in for it, so I’m throwing a big lunch for everyone after the service. By myself.

Bear gets in on Friday, but so do his five cousins that are driving in to stay with us. I couldn’t love these guys more and I’m thrilled to have some concentrated time with them, I just wish it could come when I didn’t also have to prepare to host forty other people. While the guys sit around yakking, I’m going to be running around the house getting everything ready and miss out on all the fun.

As it is I’ve been running around all over town getting everything I need for this shindig, while trying to squeeze out a few last minute house projects before everyone comes and sees what I’ve been working on for the past year. This is my favorite kind of frenzied fun; I am all about the fussing and nesting. The only part that is a total drag is trying to find something to wear. I’ve been all over the place and I can find lots of cute stuff for my former figure, lots of cute maternity stuff, but nothing for the current shape I am now. For some reason they don’t make a lot of clothes for the awkwardly stretched out body.

Plus, I kind of hate current fashions. The baby doll dress is only flattering on a tiny tiny young person. Everyone else just falls in that, is she pregnant? Or just fat? category. Bleck.

I’ll be back next week with a report. I have so much to share. I have people to thank for the NICU drive, I have projects to show off, and I realized I haven’t given a proper home tour since the very beginning. Must get on all of that. But first, I need to find some kind of a top that will hold in my massive rack.

Year of Pleasures #9

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We’ve created a snuggle monster. Maybe a few months from now when he won’t be content with anyone but me, I’ll regret this. But right now, I’m treasuring it.

Being a NICU mom makes you so grateful for the stupidest things. The first time I got to change his diaper I bawled. And then I preceded to push the nurses out of the way every time to do it myself.

Here’s another milestone:
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Isn’t it wonderful? I’m like a real mom now!

We’re HOME!!!

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My teeny little superguy finally busted out of the NICU and is now safely home with us. We are just crazy with happiness.

He’s actually been home for a week as of today, but we’ve been trying to get the routine down and escape the craziness our lives became over the past three months. Luckily Bear’s been home with me, which has just been invaluable as we’ve been creating a whole new family life.

We had to start with a hot scrub of our house from top to bottom. In the year that we’ve lived here, cleanliness was not a top priority. When we weren’t engaged in major home renovations, I was terribly sick, or recovering from surgery, or some combination of the three. This place needed a boiling before we brought home a baby. I hadn’t spent much time in my studio over the past three months, and once I got in there I discovered that my poor displaced kitties had been expressing their displeasure all over the place.

He’s such an incredibly good baby. He only cries when he wants food or needs a change. He’ll occasionally fuss a little when he wants a snuggle, but afterwards we’ll pop him in his super deluxe swing and he’ll snooze for four hours. He’s still running on his schedule from the hospital, which works out great for us. When he cries we change his pants, snuggle him while tucking a bottle in his mouth, and then he sends himself right off to sleep. I tell you, if it wasn’t so terribly traumatic to be separated, I’d recommend a NICU stay for every baby. It’s like Baby Boot Camp in there.

In still more positive news, Bear has a job. I think it’s actually going to work out better for us in the long run. Instead of just running a skilled nursing facility for the elderly, the new job is an entire campus with independent living, assisted living, as well as the skilled nursing. We’ll get a little more money, a lot more stability, and should a freak thing happen again where we find ourselves out of work, he’ll have a whole new career pool available to him.

But this is us we’re talking about here. Two people who don’t get showered with blessings, but pounded by them. All of our blessings seem to come wrapped in a dookie coating. This time Bear has a big fancy great job, but he has to leave here on the 12th to go to Alabama for a month (A MONTH!!) for training. Leaving me and the Rookie to figure things out on our own. I’ve been having at least one panic attack a day since we got the news.

Also, our little guy is home, but he’s still on oxygen and refuses to breast feed. At all. Spits it out screaming like it’s on fire. After pumping a total of 4+ hours a day, I still couldn’t produce enough milk for him, and the milk I did produce, after taking all kinds of herbs and prescriptions to get any at all, was thinner than skim milk. I think it’s safe to say that breastfeeding isn’t going to work for us. Which breaks my heart like I can’t even say. I’m a total earth mother wannabe. If I had my way I’d nurse this kid until he was old enough to say no thank you. But between his medications and hauling around an oxygen tank on wheels like he’s an old man with emphysema and having to become a single parent for a month and bottle feed this little guy, I really can’t find the 4+ hours to pump every day. I’m trying to make light and look on the bright side, but I’m actually pretty horribly depressed about this.

It’s a very good thing that he is such a sweet little calm baby because not only am I going to have to do this on my own for awhile, but he requires a whole lot of care. We just had our first doctors appointment where everything except his growth looked good, and even that was at least headed in the right direction. The Home Health Nurse comes on Tuesdays, the Occupational Therapist comes on Mondays, then we have to see the Ophthalmologist, and we’ll follow up with the NICU’s High Risk Infant Followup Clinic. He’s on all kinds of prescriptions that have to be precisely measured at certain times of day, and he has to take special high calorie formula to try to get his weight up. The OCD in me wants to start making all kinds of spreadsheets and graphs to track his progress, but I’m trying to sit on that part of myself and just enjoy my little guy for the special little spirit that he is.

I LOVE YOU INTERNET!!

It’s our very own “It’s A Wonderful Life” around here.

I have been so buoyed up by all the comments. I can’t begin to say what a life line you all have been to me. I’m so touched by all the old friends, new friends, former lurkers, and internet friends that have rallied around me. You are all beautiful people, and I have no idea what I would have done without you.

P.S. unscrappable survivors…someone throw me a link, would you?

About a week ago we started getting cards in the mail. The first one trickled in all by itself, so we thought that one of Bear’s cousins was being extra thoughtful, and we were floored to open it and discover he sent us $200. Then more cards came. And more. Every day brought another love note from a cousin or an aunt with a bunch of money here, a whole lotta bunch of money there. Since it was all family members, it was pretty easy to figure out that one of the cousins had rallied the troops and they showered us with love and support and checks.

Today I ran out to JoAnn’s to pick up more quilt batting (one of these days I’ll show you the bedding I’m working on for Atticus) and when I came back Bear was standing at the doorway saying, “Hurry up, hurry up, something amazing has happened.” He pulled me to the dining room table where a stack of gift cards and cash were waiting for me. A whole bunch of anonymous strangers sent us gift cards under the name “Operation Gas Card.” Bear just said, “OK, which one of your internet friends did this?”

I’m at a total loss. I know a lot of internet people, and I’ve seen every group come together to support one cause or another. Is it the Feminist Mormon Housewives? Is it my crosstitchy friends the Wagoners? Is it the unscrappables remembering their long lost friend? Is it a network of friends from one of the many places we’ve moved away from? I’m stumped. We’ve examined postmarks, we’ve brainstormed, one envelope had the name in the return address blacked out and we held it up to the window light trying to decipher it. We’ve given up.

I don’t know who you are, but after I recover from the ugly cry, I’d love to give you a big wet kiss on the mouth.

Year of Pleasures #8

Would you look at this?
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Look at that belly fuzz! And the best part is that she’s generous in sharing. To a fault. Especially when you’re wearing black pants and would like to keep them that way.

But seriously, unless you are deathly allergic or something, how could you keep yourself from rubbing that?

More Christmas leftovers

OK, OK, even I’m getting a little tired of Christmas by now, so I really need to wrap up some of these things I’ve got sitting around here.

I really wanted to keep all the decorations up until the end of the month, but it looks like everything will be coming down this weekend. Bear finally turned to me and said, “OK, I love Christmas too, but now we just look lazy.”

So before I say goodbye to Christmas for another year, I’d better show off the last of the projects I managed to crank out.

Since this was our first Christmas in the house, and thus our first Christmas with a big grand staircase, I absolutely had to make a big grand garland. Mike and Sally have been slowly starting to weed out their decorations once they threatened to take over their house, so Sally gifted me about 18 ft of naked garland that I fancied up with berries and ribbon and jingle bells and glittery ornaments. This is the kind of project I love after a ton of intricate, long-term, detailed projects. A couple of hours with a glue gun, and done.
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The one useful thing I took away from my time working at Michael’s? I now know how to make a bow like a mad woman.
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Of course, I have to show off this year’s Christmas card. The front says “Merry Christmas,” and then the inside says, “From the Whole Family.” Get it? Cause the cats, and the belly. Gosh, we are such dorks.
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I’m kind of known for my crazy over the top Christmas cards, but with all the work on the house I needed something streamlined. This one worked out just super, because nearly all the work was in printing. After printing the cards and photos, all I had to do was glue on holly leaves and rhinestones. If only every idea I had came together so smoothly.

This was my big triumph. The completion of nearly six years of work. Every time I look at these I get such a feeling of accomplishment.
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This stocking is for me, and I just put the last stitches in before Christmas. Bear felt that having Mrs. Claus carrying cookies was appropriate for a “Mom” stocking.
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This stocking is for Bear, again appropriate because he is absolutely the Santa in our house. Every single year he finds a way to sneak a little extra money out of the budget so he can go above and beyond for everyone he loves. I finished this stitching about two years ago, and it’s been sitting in a drawer ever since waiting for me to get around to sewing it up.
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In the week between holidays I finally managed to wash these thoroughly, – after so many years there was a lot of dirt and even more cat hair to remove – sew them up, sew up the lining, embroider the cuff, and sew the last pieces together. Just in time to hang them up for a couple of days and then pack them away for next year.

O Christmas Tree…..

I may have mentioned that we go bonkers for Christmas around here. A little bit. Around the edges. But we come by it honestly. Bear’s parents set the standard that we can only hope to aspire to. Next year I’ll be sure and post pictures, because it really must be seen to be believed. There really is not a square inch in their home that doesn’t have something Christmas on it. It defies comprehension.

They have a lot of different doll collections: four ft tall nutcrackers, rooms full of nativities, collectible dolls from A Christmas Carol, scenes of Victorian carolers, Santas of every size and color…you get the idea. My problem is that dolls creep me right out. I so adore having the house overtaken by Christmas and filled to bursting with all the sights and sounds of the season, but I just can’t have it be with dolls or my dreams will not be filled with visions of sugarplums, but more like little Chucky’s standing over me with bloody knives.

I’ve decided that our version of Christmas excess will be achieved through Christmas trees as far as the eye can see. I want them in every color and shape and size, with crazy themes and elegant themes and color schemes that match the room. As much as I’d like to just run out and spend myself into the poor house, I do have to exercise some restraint and so I can only add one tree a year. And since this was the first year we have a garage and enough square footage to fit more than one tree, this was the first year I could put my plan into effect.

Here’s our traditional Family Tree:
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My mom always had a beautiful designer tree that matched the living room, but when we brought home our ugly clay ornaments from Kindergarten, they stayed in the box since they clashed with her carefully curated decor. It always broke my little heart. When our kids bring home their little creations, this is the tree it will go on. As for right now, it’s also housing a couple of our collections that will one day take over trees of their own.

Every year we buy the Swarovski crystal snowflake ornament. I got a couple of these from a vendor way back when I was working at a mergers and acquisitions firm, and they are so stunning I had to keep them up. Eventually I want to hang these from a chandelier.
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This is one collection that shows off our sappy side. Every year we go out and buy an “Our First Christmas” ornament. Because one of the goals we have for our marriage is that we’ll be newlyweds forever. (Sorry about the crappy picture. Winter light is hard.)
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This year I also added a ton of family photos. I saw it in a Pottery Barn catalog and just went nuts over it. They had all kinds of frames just propped up in the branches, and it was just so gorgeous. I added photos of all my favorite friends, and it just made me so happy. Every time I glanced over at the tree, I saw someone I loved peeking out of the branches at me. I’ll be sure to add more every year.
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And now, for my brand new tree: 12 Days of Christmas.
It’s a theme I’ve had simmering away back there for a while, but this year everything just fell in line. I found an ornament set at Costco, Crate and Barrel carried a set that I lucked into at their outlet, and then I made enough myself to pretty much fill up the tree.
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I went to a wholesale floral mart near us and loaded up on all kinds of good stuff. The “star” on the top is actually a gourd that I sawed a hole in the bottom of, painted green, and dumped glitter all over.

A friend of mine does vinyl lettering, so I had her cut me out “My true love gave to me…” and put that on a ribbon garland.
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And the rest were really easy.
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Simple pears from the floral shop I covered in glitter. Cheap ornaments I just glued leaves onto. Green ornaments from last years clearance I decorated with paint pens and the song’s lyrics. And my favorite: wood numbers from the craft store I just doused in about five coats of Martha’s glitter. I’m also working on some super cute crosstitched ornaments, but those will have to be for next year.

The next theme in progress is a snowfall tree, covered in icicles and snowballs and flakes of all kinds. I’d also really love to do a Christmas Treat tree for the kitchen with gingerbread and peppermint, and maybe a winter clothing tree for the hallway with lots of little scarves and sweaters and things. Big plans, I know, so you can expect to see my progress on these trees all year long. If I have any hope of adding more trees, I can’t exactly put it off until December.

Year of Pleasures #7

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I found these pajamas at Costco back in January, and I went back and got one in every color. They’re made of a fabric called “Soybu” – part Soy plant and part Bamboo plant. They are just the softest, most comfortable things ever, and if I’m home and plan on being there for a few hours in a row? You can find me sporting a pair of these.

ugh

I really wish I had a blackberry or an iphone that tapped directly in to my brain. Then, whenever I think about blogging, I could just *be* blogging. If that could happen, I’d be blogging so much the internet would be sick of me.

I have stacks and stacks of things I’ve *meant* to blog about. I have a really cute stuffed cat pattern I made for Halloween I was going to share, I have finished projects all over waiting to be photographed, I have major house renovations that no one has even seen yet. And I have some really really cute Christmas plans. But whenever I sit down at the computer, the thought of writing any of that out seems to take more energy than I have. Instead I spend hours surfing around after nothing and wasting time.

I’ve been spending whatever measly energy I can scrape together working on this house. We’re hosting several Christmas parties here this year, so all of a sudden I’ve got deadlines looming down on me, cabinets to be sanded and never-ending paint staring at me and calling me names and I really just want to read a book in bed.

My pregnancy is going just fine. I’m now four months along and I’ve reached the uneventful stage. Babies not big enough to make me feel her yet, and we still have a few weeks before we find out the sex, so I’m basically just getting fatter every day and that’s about all I can say about that. I’m having constant dreams about baby being a girl. I don’t know if that’s prophetic, or just subconscious because I want a girl so badly that I’m going to feel terrible guilt if it’s a boy.

Aside from the relentless exhaustion, the other thing keeping me from my regular blogging is all the revisions I want to make to this place. I’ve been thinking a lot about the blog and how it’s changed since way way back in 2002 when I first started shoving my thoughts out on the internet. I wrote about a ton of things I probably don’t want the whole world to know because I was content with a small audience and my anonymity. I don’t really have any anonymity anymore, and I’d really like to change the focus of my blog, which would hopefully attract more readers.

When I first started writing, it’s because I moved to New Hampshire where I didn’t know a soul, and I was completely crippled from my chronic illness. Now my illness is under control, my infertility is temporarily fixed, and the internet is a totally different place. For so many years my life has been this crazy dramatic roller coaster, and now [knock on wood] the roller coaster seems to be settling into more of a nice leisurely Sunday drive.

Way way way back in 2001 I started a website and a business to sell my crafts. It flopped hard. Way hard. Turns out, I was just too revolutionary and ahead of my time. Now there are a million online craft shops with blogs to support them and etsy taking care of all the sales issues. It’s so much easier now than when I started, and there is a fantastic community of craft blogs sharing inspiration and their amazing products. That’s the direction I’d really like to go. But before that happens, I really need to edit archives, redesign my template, yadda yadda yadda. All of that is so daunting, it’s kind of keeping me from getting down to work. Especially when I still have cabinets calling to me and a bathroom to paint.

New years will come sooner than I’m ready for it, and I think addressing the blog issue will make a nifty resolution.