Progress and Thoughts

So I finished up a project that's been hanging over my head for awhile now.

It started off more or less like this:


Then an eye appeared.


Then another!


And, finally, the armpit vents closed.


And now it's a frog sweater, waiting to be blocked. Otherwise, it's all ready to go for when Taterbug turns 1-ish. I already have a sweater in mind for 18 months.

I've been working on two-color socks for awhile now, yet I haven't made much progress. The first started out intriguing, but I did something extremely creative with the gusset, and I think I'm dreading the replication in the second sock. So that deflated my momentum going into the second one.

Now, what I really need to do is to get another project on the needles so that I have some hospital knitting, in case I find some time for it. I may not, but it's always best to be prepared. Meg has already determined that, if she's going to work on something between contractions, it will be more cat blankets.

We are definitely ready to meet our kid mentally, though it seems that there is always something to do that would optimally be finished before the wee one arrives. I'm frantically trying to paint the kid's bedroom, for instance. We're also repeatedly washing the pre-folded diapers in the hopes that they get absorbent (it's been five washes thus far to no avail). Meg is definitely ready for Taterbug to make an appearance, as I think the kid is getting very heavy and she says it's cumbersome getting up and down. Plus, I think she really wants to eat things like baked potatoes without conditions attached.

We're taking a baby wearing class in a few days, so we hope to learn a lot about what works and what doesn't. In hauling my laptop back and forth on my daily commute, I've realized that I've been inadvertently training to wear Taterbug on my back. I'm sure the actual experience of baby wearing will be different, but it's at least a start.

Life is about to significantly change for us. We will now have a family member that needs us for every little basic need. It's a little scary, but it's definitely exciting at the same time. I've been looking forward to singing and playing tunes to our child.

The cats will probably have to adjust, too. We're afraid Angus might get jealous from what I'm sure he'll consider a lack of attention. Mab (our tux cat you don't hear much about) may just wither up and die from a lack of petting. It's hard to say what Spoot will think. She's the cat that's the most difficult to read.