Conversation

Today I went to an ABA training meeting and left Inigo at home with Mark. After the meeting, I rang home, and Mark put Inigo on the phone so we could have a chat. He was awesome, answeing my questions and telling me about his day.

Apparently, after I hung up, he proudly stated, I talked to mama on daddys phone.

Adorable.

Welcome Joshua!

Yesterday, I made sure I dropped off our old baby capsule and pram (thanks Karen & Chris!) to Christine, as yesterday was her last day of work before going on maternity leave. Sure enough, she started having contractions that night, and Joshua Adam was born at 1am this morning, 3.3kg.

Christine is looking amazing, but I didn’t ask permission to post a picture of her on the blog, just her gorgeous baby 🙂

Inigo has a new cousin!

Happy New Year!

To all of you that had a great 2009, here’s to continuing the trend. And for those of you who had a craptaculous 2009, here’s wishing you a wonderful 2010.

We’ve been up at Pearl Beach since Boxing Day, and are just home for a few hours to feed the creatures (others have been doing it on other days!), and to visit an old friend in hospital. We’ll be back and getting into the swing of 2010 on Monday.

What do you say when a Hindu wishes you a Merry Christmas?

Surely I should have had a better comeback than, “Uh, yeah. Ta.”. Disastrous.

So, in an effort to recover gracefully from that cultural abyss, I intended to bring you Inigo singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. It was going to be a creative triumph, an adorable child, singing a note perfect and season appropriate carol, with gorgeous lighting and the perfect accessories.

But after two days of trying, I bring you this instead.

Remember what I said about the kid choosing his own clothes?

It’s beginning to get ugly.

Since his feet are growing at an amazing rate, we had a quick visit to Target last week where I found precisely three pairs of shoes that both fit, and didn’t send me into paroxysms of horror at the thought of dressing my two year old as a miniature soldier or advertisement for the wiggles.

One pair was lime green (my preference), one was orange, and one was hot pink. Of course, Inigo HAD TO HAVE the pink ones. And absolutely refused to countenance the green ones. But I was allowed to also purchase the orange ones. He may even deign to wear them one day, but for now, it’s all about the pink. And the Hawaiian hat.

I Cried

The Martha Stewart Wedding Magazine’s current issue features a same sex couple – a beautiful, stylish, quirky wedding. And that’s the focus of the piece, with no fuss or fanfare about their gender, but a look at the lovely details of a day that was uniquely theirs. Everything I love about a wedding is seeing a reflection of two lives, two personalities coming together in a celebration that speaks of who they are as a couple, and sharing the ritual of commitment before those that are important to them.

And Martha Stewart isn’t the worlds only tastemaker, but this sort of exposure, this normality, is a wonderful sign of great things to come.

See The Other Andrew, and Web Goddess for related coverage!

Filigree Lace Jacket

A few years ago I admired Kate’s version of this pattern, and a few months ago I bought the pattern. On Friday I bought some yarn that might do (it needs a 10 ply cotton on 5.5ml needles), and on Sunday (with expert help – thanks Pom Pom and Gussetting!), I cast on a sleeve as a swatch.

Today, I got out the measuring tape, and what seems obvious to the eye was well and truly proven by the tape. Its huge. My gauge is perfect, but the size of the thing is enormous. The sizes are for a 40, 48, 56 or 64″ bust. I have a bust that is a shade shy of 50″, but the pattern suggests going up a size for wearing as a jacket, so I cast on the 56″ size, which would mean the upper sleeve would have a positive ease of 4 full inches. Perhaps a wee bit too big.

So I’ll knit the 48″ instead, and happily I don’t have to frog my swatch, just rewrite my pattern notes.