Archive for the ‘baby stuff’ Category

Ever busier

Monday, 23 May 2011

We’re moving. And we’re planning a complicated holiday. And I have some real problems with the latest Jean Auel book, but I’m also reading it pretty solidly (I’m nearly finished it now). I’m listening to lots of podcasts while pumping, too. That’s when DD agrees to sleep for more than 15 minutes at a time.

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Excess

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Can a baby’s dress be too ruffly? I’m still working on the skirt of DD’s summer dress and trying to decide what I want it to look like and I’m not sure I’m mentally picturing my options correctly. I do like the pattern I’m making up, but may well find the second sample more shareable than the first…

Probably going (back) to sleep now, but I might put up a picture of it as is later.

Dopey Duck

Sunday, 15 May 2011
Cover of the first edition of The Tale of Jemi...

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I have got to get back to beginning my blog post before 11pm…

67. The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck by Beatrix Potter

The first Beatrix Potter book we’ve obtained for DD, and it’s slightly bigger than the format I’m used to for them, but not otherwise changed, which is great. It should still be comfortable for her to hold once she can be trusted not to chew or tear it but still doesn’t have large hands.

This is the story of a rather naive young duck (Jemima) who in trying to find a safe place to lay her eggs is taken in by a gentlemanly-appearing fox. He takes a significant amount of time to lay his trap, and it is only just as he is about to spring it that the rather more worldly sheepdog (Shep) comes to save her. The strange thing to me about the moral of the story is that it’s not clear that her situation is ever explained to her. From her perspective it’s Shep’s cohorts who do her by far the most harm, eating her eggs and chasing off her friend. The story does work, and the pictures are beautiful of course. Definitely hoping for more of these for DD.

Juggling Hats

Saturday, 14 May 2011

I want to make this hat, and it’s going to be for me! Just reminding myself of that.

Right now I need to try pumping a bit more, make sure my homework is done for tomorrow, pack my bag (including my crochet and a book to read) and then go to bed. I will try to get back to proper posting soon. (I really need to catch up on reading blogs too…)

Non-serious trouble

Thursday, 12 May 2011

Cover of The Trouble with Jack55. The Trouble with Jack by Shirley Hughes

If this list is correct, this is just the second book Hughes produced relatively alone (as both author and illustrator), and I do feel it lacks some of her (later) usual quality. The illustrations don’t seem as integrated into telling the story and the characters fall much more within traditional gender stereotyping in the clothing, interests and behaviour.

Still, while it hasn’t become a new favourite it does still have beautiful pictures and a gentle taking for granted that even siblings who seem lightly antagonistic on a regular basis will also (presuming things haven’t gone too far) have plenty of happy, co-operative moments. I can’t help thinking, though, that they get off very lightly¬†indeed when leaving a rambunctious three-year-old alone with a pretty birthday tea set-up. That was just asking for trouble…

A dressy spring in my step

Sunday, 8 May 2011

I took my crochet on the bus with me this morning, for the first time in ages, and it really made me feel better. I’m onto the skirt part of DD’s summer dress, just, having joined the back and started the punctuated ruffles for increases.
dress bodice with first skirt increase row

In the lower right of the picture you may be able to see how I’m planning the increases to work. I’ve left quite a big potential gap for getting this on and off, and am planning a drawstring/ribbon back fastening to allow for maximum size flexibility.

Still tired

Saturday, 7 May 2011

I showed someone a few crochet stitches the other day, and that was really fun. I have to get myself stitching again – maybe it’d get me out of some of the fatigued funk. Not that many weeks till Shavuot, either, which is when I wanted DD’s dress to be ready for. I need to look at it again, but I may have done enough on the bodice to be able to begin the skirt, which is the bit that’ll take the time.

There’s a new baby in the extended family coming to make something for too. Baby stuff is small and thus relatively quick to make. You just have to get it done before they outgrow it!

Baby World

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Um, my baby really disliked my being away from her today, even though she was with her father. Here’s hoping she gets used to my mornings away without much more trauma. (I did enjoy the class a lot, at least!)

Cover of Baby Born68. Baby Born by Anastasia Suen. Illustrated by Chih-Wei Chang

This is a little book about the first year of a baby born in winter and her (very ethnically diverse) friends. Each spread shows a watercolour of babies and their families doing something season and age appropriate. There’s a flap to lift on each spread and the pictures are in slightly muted (but still colourful) watercolours.

I’ll admit I was slightly put off by the first spread being of rows and rows of babies in separate cots with never an adult (let alone a parent) in sight, but I’m remembering not being able to get our DD out of the hospital nursery fast enough. We couldn’t be moved to the rooming-in ward for half a day, and we went to the other ward a couple of hours before they’d let us take her to that room for the day – the sound of lonely newborns crying was heart-breaking. I couldn’t personally imagine choosing to leave mine there, and next time I’d probably fight harder to stay with her in the nursery, if necessary. Considering today’s experience, I’m probably feeling this particularly strongly. (Oh, and the nursery staff seemed very nice with the babies, but they only had so many hands.)

Anyway, the book. Each season the baby can do more and more, appropriately enough, and it’s nicely done. I think it’ll be an easy way to reminisce with DD about her first year, considering she’s also a winter baby, even though neither the climate nor the festivals fit here.

Big day tomorrow

Saturday, 30 April 2011

Leaving DD for more than an hour for the first time, and going to my first day of the five month long, four hours per day (at least six including the break and commute both ways), five days per week language course. I’m trying to get my things together (paperwork, pencil case, notebook/paper, pump and accessories, food and water for me, and I still have to choose a book and crochet project) and can’t quite get into a book review I’m afraid. Trying to make sure DH and DD will have everything they need (milk and apparatus to get it into her) and hoping I’m going to get some sleep tonight (but DD is asleep now and was for most of 12 hours today, so I may be out of luck).

Who Did You Say?

Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Horton Hears a Who!

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65. Horton Hears a Who by Dr Seuss

I know this is one of the best known Dr Seuss books, but I hadn’t ever read it, so far as I can recall, until now. DH found this and the two Cat in the Hat Books I also read DD tonight in a 2nd hand bookshop a few weeks ago, so he read them to her first. I think she’s getting more of a sense of us doing something she’s supposed to enjoy when we read to her now, but at five months she’s not really clamouring for stories as yet. There’s time for that to come!

So, in this story Horton the elephant is enjoying a cool splashy pool in the Jungle of Nool, when he hears a voice coming from a speck of dust floating past, and striking up an acquaintance with the mayor of Whoville, which is located on the dust mote, he decides to protect their little world from potential accident. Unfortunately, his very taking notice of the Whos is rather the cause of most of their danger, since some of the other creatures in the jungle decide that Horton’s hearing imaginary voices rather than those of microscopic creatures, and to shake him out of it they decide to get rid of the flower into which he’s placed the mote…

As with the Cat in the Hat stories, there’s a fair bit of apparently good willed arrogance and really bullying in this story, but things do work out in the end (if not so much along the way). I suppose that means there’d be lots to discuss during and after reading the rhythmically rhyming story with all the bounce and verve the words demand.