So, I’ll start with my reasons for lack of sleep. The Stitch ‘n Bitch gals really know how to get me going. Last night I brought my yarn samplings to the group and found an urge to cast-on for another pair of socks...I know, I know...the other pair are still not done. Hold on it gets better. To tell you the truth, I don’t know if I like this yarn at all...I’m on the verge of giving the yarn away, but in my haste...I think I’m just sleepy. I made my yarn cakes last night.
This was only one skein that I separated into two. I was pretty good at measuring. Make one cake, weigh, re-wind smaller cake, weigh, cut yarn, re-wind left over, weigh. I got it to 45g on one ball then 43g on the other...not bad. The journey to get this
So, after having to DEAL with that yarn, I knew I had to cast-on for my Central Park Hoodie. Thanks to Knitterary for helping on the measurements and to give me a good push. I was a bit intimidated by the whole “New Project” and wanting and needing it to turn out JUST RIGHT. I’m going up in size and here is a photo of the cast on ribbing for the back panel. Oh Joy.
By this time at night, it’s roughly 1:30 am and I realize that I have a meeting with my son’s teacher in the morning. Bla....five hours of sleep...doesn’t make for a good Thursday.
Then on the way to work I was thinking...I don’t believe I’ve explained why I call my darling little girl “Stinky.” I mean, I love other bloggers who have pet names for their kids, like Thumber, Lemon, Miss Z and so forth...and if any of you reading this blog might think that she actually stinks, I would hate for you to think that. I know I’m rambling, so if your interested...I’m going to tell.
Most nicknames have a story and my little girl has a story worth telling. She is a very nonverbal kid and for a long time I was questioning whether she was on target for her age. You know, all the thoughts that go through a mothers mind. I was thinking, hearing loss? No she’s okay...speech problem? Nope, she just chooses to point and grunt...that is by 18 months, she would only say 5 words. Most children her age were speaking almost full sentences, and if not at least knew objects, colors and the ideal 20 – 30 word vocabulary.
If you have read back some time ago, I have this Weird thing about feet...mostly I love baby feet, and to be more specific I love my children’s feet. My son who is 11 has man feet and I wont go near them, but Miss Mac has the best baby toes that you could ever want;) Since she was little, changing routines where very informative. We would sing about tummys and belly buttons, cheeks and chins, arms and elbows. I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it. Anywoo, I would get to the socks and slip them off and smell her feet. Oh, the faces I would make. These Stink, Pee-eww I would say...and we would both laugh until tears would fall down our cheeks. Any opportunity for a stinky connection...and it became our little thing that we did and we would both laugh. She has a great laugh. So as time went on, she would start to mimic me, by waving of her hand near her nose, until one day she too replied “Dis-Stink”. It became her signature response to everything. “What’s dat ummy?” ...oh, that’s a car sweetie... “Dis-Stink” .... “What’s dat ummy?” ...oh, that’s your Daddy sweetie... “Dis-Stink” --it naturally just became her question of the world and her reaction to the world. She has moved on to other phases in her life, and more words – thank goodness, but she will always be My Stinky.