my life as a crocheter & knitter & working mom
Friday, August 31, 2007
Here are B and M-i-L after dinner last night. She loved her CeCe. I think it's too narrow and too short, but she has plans for wearing it already. I have to remember to knit bigger for her.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I finished the knee socks last night. They got their bath and are drying. I'll try to get a pic of them on my sis this weekend. If they fit, I'll go ahead and weave in the ends. I hope she likes them. (That's more important than fit in this case. I'll re-knit them if she loves them and they don't fit.)
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
How many nights in a row should B be dry before we try taking him out of the pull-ups again? He's still doing great on the potty when he's awake and has been dry the last four or so mornings.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
And I'm okay with that.
Instead, I played in tidal pools with my son, took naps on the couch with my husband, and had a great time!
B did great with the potty training. Only 2 accidents the whole weekend and those were on the beach in his swimmy (can't blame him for being reluctant to use the portapotty).
This week, I hope to get an FO shot of M-i-L's CeCe up here and maybe a tee, tiny bit of sewing (gift bags).
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
B's been doing really well on the potty the last week or so. He's pooped nowhere else for over a week and hasn't had a wet accident (meaning when awake) with me since early last week. I think it's the best birthday present ever.
Now, if only daycare would get with the program. Dude was dry all day Friday. He even got some candy for doing so well. So, I was totally stoked when I picked him up yesterday and he was still in the same clothes I'd dressed him in that morning. He was dancing a jig, but wouldn't go, then he told me he was wet when we got home. He didn't look wet, so I took him upstairs and put him on the potty. That's when I realized he'd been in a pull-up! Apparently all day! I've sent in a note asking for an explanation, and if I don't get a note back, I'm calling tomorrow. I'm tired of them undermining us. They're the ones with the stupid ass deadline. They need to step up and do something about what's going on there during the day. He doesn't have accidents with me and I can't make him use the potty when I'm not there!
I'm so looking forward to getting away. I'm hoping being down the shore, as in not at home, doesn't set him back. He didn't go on the potty much for M-i-L Saturday afternoon. But, we'll deal with it.
Hopefully, I'll be back on Monday with pics of something other than these socks!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
empathy http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/empathy "the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another. "
I've been reading a bit the feminist blog-o-sphere and something caught my attention, saying I could sympathize with another's oppression but I could never empathize. Since it's vicarious and requires use of my imagination I sure damn well can empathize. I can't say that I completely understand or that it's comparable to my personal experience, but I can empathize. Empathizing means trying to put yourself in another person's place and trying to understand how they feel. It doesn't say anywhere that I'm trying to correlate my oppression with their oppression. That by empathizing I'm downplaying their oppression or minimizing my privilege.
This definition of sympathy wasn't really what I was expecting. Not sure that it meant what that person thought it meant either.
Oh, you can be feminist without caring a whit about the semiotic ramblings of Foucalt, because his intellectual ramblings are just that intellectual ramblings. Show me where being able to determine semiotics of something prevented sexism, and I'll give you a dollar. Feminist Theory lost me with that nonsense in college.
I did have a nice chat with one of the leads for the older class. B adores her and is so excited she's been taking him into the big kid class the last few days, getting him ready for the "new school year." He had two accidents yesterday, one at nap (for which we don't ever blame him) and another one right after they'd tried to get him to go. So, we've been underscoring that if he wants to be in her class, he needs to use the potty every time. He's still doing a great job at home, except overnights, which goes without saying. That we can't worry about for a few more years, really. It's just nice to know that someone there is taking a real effort with him, at least during the "school day."
We've got a busy weekend. Like I said above, Hubby's got the Jets game tonight. Tomorrow we've got some Prime-A seats behind the Yankees on-deck circle for their game against Detroit. I'm not sure how many rows back, so don't worry about trying to see me on the TV (it's on FOX, though, in case you're interested). Then Sunday, Hubby's going to the Yankees again (he'd planned the outing with friends before F-i-L got the free tickets throug work) and B and I will meet him at the in-laws for my birthday dinner. I need to do some tidying tomorrow morning. M-i-L's going to Billy sit at our house so she doesn't have to keep him over night (game's at 3:55 and we wouldn't get back before bedtime).
Thursday, August 16, 2007
I didn't knit anything last night, so it's not like I have a project monogamy issue. After B went to bed, I read "A Good Yarn." I'm so not getting these socks done.
When I picked B up last night one of the chickies informed me that the teachers ask that B wear a pull-up at school. He'd been averaging 1 accident a day since mid-week last week, but had 2 yesterday, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Apparently, he's been doing that fun thing where he says he has to go to the bathroom, so you take him to the potty, and he sits there doing nothing, and then a short time later he pees in his pants. I think the straw that broke the camel's back was when he peed in the jungle gym yesterday afternoon.
I understand that it's inconvenient and unpleasant for them to have to clean up his urine. I don't enjoy it much myself. But, we're afraid putting him in a pull-up's going to set him back. So, this morning, we put him in his big-boy underwear (after repeatedly discussing with him last night and this morning that he has to stay dry or he'll be in a pull-up). I wrote a loooong note to his lead teacher explaining why he wasn't in a pull-up. Tomorrow, if he's had accidents, I'll have to wrestle him into one. I hate taking steps back like this.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Poor dude was so uncomfortable yesterday waiting for that poo to come out. We spent at least 45 minutes on the potty in various trips. I wish he was more comfortable just going on the potty for #2.
Like you want to hear all about that.
I did knit some on Serrano last night. Not enough progress to take a pic. I'm really struggling with finding a hook and eye tape in a good color. I bought a yellow one on eBay, but it's a little on the green side. I'm thinking a deep red might be okay. I definitely don't want to do white or black. Anyone know of a good notions place with lots of options?
I just did a little pre-birthday shopping for me. I bought some Hempathy on closeout at Webs ($2.99 a ball). I think I want to make a Josephine from Summer IK. I really wanted brown, but they didn't have it and I wasn't paying twice as much at some other place. I've got a turquoise cami I love but don't wear much, but I think it would look awesome under Josephine.
Monday, August 13, 2007
I really hope the hem stops folding up when I block it, or this sweater might need surgery. I'm not quite sure where I am in the pattern, but it should be easy enough to figure out. I'm pretty sure I'm at the final decrease row for the waist shaping.
This fits much better into Project Spectrum this month, too. Although, I was thinking of taking my brown, orange, and purple Polar and coming up with a jacket for Fall. I think I might fire up the dye pot, too. I don't think I've dyed any sock yarn in appropriate PS colors at all this year!
Friday, August 10, 2007
I did finish the first sock. See? Toe all neatly grafted. I have cast on for sock two and that's about all. After B went to bed I did some laundry, baking (see above), dishes and reading.
I'm not sure if I'll do much of any knitting this weekend. My sister e-mailed me at 7:30 this morning to let me know she was up and in the shower (baby sis has always been very slow to get her behind in gear in the mornings). I'm so stoked to hang out with them this weekend. I can't wait. I'm leaving here in an hour. w00t!
I'm not going to obsess all day about B having 2 wet accidents yesterday (first one right as I walked in the door at daycare and the second on the last braided rug my dead grandmother made, eucalan to the rescue). Poor guy's constipated and was a whiny mess all morning. I sure hope he goes on the potty when he finally lets go.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
I've got a lot to do tonight. We had a change in plans for the weekend. Both of my sisters are coming down tomorrow. Since the middle one had a birthday on Monday, I'm baking a cake tonight and I'll be tidying up the main floor of the house. Hmmm, maybe I'll vacuum. The cake is going to be a beach ball, since we're planning to go to the beach one day (I need to find out when they're returning to VT).
Tomorrow, I'll be leaving work at noon and then I'll finish cleaning up the guestroom and any other tidying. Hubby and I installed the airconditioner last night, but there's all that clean laundry to put away. I expect I'll be busy tomorrow because I know myself enough to know that I probably won't do a whole lot tonight.
B is still doing well on the potty, in case you were wondering.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
I think one of the reasons I found the in-place after thought heel so fiddly last summer was because I used a stitch holder. Which sat in my way until the heel was well-established. Using scrap yarn, the held stitches just dangled out of the way and it was very easy to get the heel done.
Gosh I hope this thing fits. I'm not even going to think about "what if she doesn't like it." If she doesn't like it, I'll throw it in a dye pot and see what happens.
So, the morning started out well. Except for the constant thunder and lightning from 5 to 5:35. I waited it out before I got in the shower, it was just too intense. I was pretty freaked after my shower to hear a funnel cloud had been sighted. The good news was B woke up dry and excited to start another day of being a big boy.
We had breakfast and I smartly flicked on the news. 1 hr delays on the bus. Train it was. But we had delays there, too. No explanation as to why a 15 minute ride from Newark to NY took over a half an hour. Then, no subways. So, I took the Path and walked from Christopher street to my office. All in all a very sweaty 2 and a half hour commute. Some people out in Queens are still waiting for subway trains. I hope things improve before the evening rush.
I just don't understand why they MTA and the city do not have systems in place to keep the trains running. I know 3 inches in an hour is a lot of rain, but it happens at least once a year!
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Then to top off a great day, he pooped on the potty! He was just about to give up when it happened. (I think watching "Once Upon a Potty" repeatedly, including on the potty today, helped.)
I called my parents right away and he told them "I got poop on potty."
He was so happy to get his reward, a new Gordon for his train set. Multiple hugs and high fives and I still have a smile on my face.
We're getting there!
I'm so totally stoked. I didn't even get mad when the dog, who's been house trained for over four years, peed on my bed!
Monday, August 06, 2007
B's mightily chuffed to be wearing big boy underwear and had a fit when we had to put swimmies on for the pool this morning (more so for a #2 accident than anything), but helped me pick out underwear to pack for after the pool. He got a special prize for cooperating so well on Saturday. RC2 had sent us our gift train for returning products in the Thomas recall so we handed his Diesel over to him after he was dry at naptime. (We don't consider sleeping wets to be accidents because he can't help it.) I get mightily chuffed everytime he asks to go to the bathroom and pees!
But, I've been a wreck. I was anxious all weekend that he'd just let go and pee all over. I felt I was constantly reminding him or asking him. Yesterday morning, I dragged him upstairs after he insisted for 3+ hours he didn't have to go. Then he went.
I cried Saturday morning. The stress is so unreal. Especially with Hubby having suggested we cancel our August trips and saying that little sister and I shouldn't take B to the beach this coming weekend. I just broke down about giving up things that mean so much to me over something I can't control. I just felt chained to the house. Hubby thought long and hard and realized that B needs to be able to do it in the potty other places than just at home (let's not forget we had our first great successes on our June trip to VT). I hate to think Hubby gave in to me just because I was so upset, but there it is. I wasn't trying to manipulate him, I was geniunely a wreck, like thisclose to hysterical.
I was also a harridan to B Saturday night about the poopcident. Mostly I was upset because at the last minute Hubby went to a concert leaving me at home (after I'd been bereft about being tied to the house over something I can't control, B's potty habits), but I just lost when after I'd asked B repeatedly if he had to poop, he just pooped in his big boy underwear. I know screaming that it was unacceptable was completely the wrong way to respond and the kid's probably going to get constipated and not poop for days. I apologize profusely and told B that I was wrong. That mommy was bad to yell like that. I also explained why I was frustrated, not because he pooped in his pants, but because he told me he didn't have to when he did and so I couldn't help him get to the potty.
I know a lot of my stress has been my imagination working on me about today (and the long-term deadline holding back etc). B went to school in his big boy underwear and I'm terrified that he's made a huge mess all over the place, that he'll have a conniption if they try to put him into a pull-up and then I'm going to be spoken to. Recently, he had a fit over a change and the girl said she nearly called me (not that calling me about a tantrum would have done her any good, I usually just let him get it all out). Nearly 35, a manager of a multi-million dollar unit and I still have anxiety over authority figures telling me something's wrong. I'm cracked in the head, really. Who nearly comes to tears over imaging that kind of scenario? Me, waiting for the bus this morning, that's who.
The scary thing is that Hubby's been really calm about it, pointing out that B's not going to be the first kid who had an accident at daycare (and really, B's had some huge ones in pull-ups). He was super patient with B and a very good cheerleader, too. I'd like to get back to normal, please, where I'm the one talking him down from a worst-case head trip.
I hope to have good news on this front tomorrow. I know I'll at least have the start to a sock heel! Much, much progress was made this weekend on the knitting front at least.
Friday, August 03, 2007
In other news, B's still not peeing on the potty, but it's not a big deal at our house. Or it hasn't been the last couple of days. We are going to try him in big boy underwear tomorrow to see if it causes him to be more aware and more willing to pee on the potty. He was talking about bigboy underwear last night. I reminded him that he needs to pee on the potty everytime and to poop on the potty, too. We then talked about which of his friends are still in pull-ups and who's in undewear and that he can't be in pull-ups to be in Miss Judy's class.
He's been watching potty movies continuously at home. Here's hoping something sinks in.
I took Julie's comment to heart the other day. I'm not truly a bad mom. Bad moms don't have guilt about their own failings and bad behavior. But, three broken glasses in the dishwasher (I was a bit too demonstrative Monday night), do tell me that I need to do something about my anger. Fortunately, PMS has passed, so it will be a little easier the next couple of weeks. Unfortunately, I'm allergic to the meds marketed for Pre-Menstrual Dysphoric Disorder.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
I hope I'm not too off with the sizing.
I was very irritated to find a knot in this first skein. But, it means I don't have to knock myself out to make the two socks matchy-matchy. (No, I'm not going to remove yarn in the second sock to re-create the screw up in the patterning the mill's knot introduced. You're at the wrong blog if you're looking for that kind of thing, not that there's anything wrong with it.)
Things went okay at the doctor's office. Billy was really great, as usual. He saves his best behavior when there's a lollipop at the end. Truly, though, he did try to share the toys with this cute little rugrat. B was fascinated by the baby (about 10 months judging by size and crawling) and the baby was fascinated by B. He walked right up to the baby and gave him the doctor's Rhinocort Rhino to play with. Awwww.
Turns out his ear pain is swimmer's ear and not a middle ear infection. We've since learned that when you're three and a half antibiotic drops are great in theory, not so much in practice. He loved the idea of ear drops, scurrying to get on the floor and then flailed and wailed when they were put into his ear. The most fun part of yesterday, for B, though, was trying to pee in a cup. The doc jumped all over the one symptom of a possible UTI. B thinks it's hilarious and won't do it. We've got a specimen cup at home, just in case I can catch some. She suggested saran wrap on the bowl, I'm going to try that tonight.
No good suggestions, just patience and rewarding him.
After the doc, B and I got hair cuts. He really liked mine. He was so cute giggling and telling me "nice haircut." He even told my I had my sisters hair (the one of the three of us not to get the curls). Hubby, on the other hand, hates it. He always hates it when I have my hair blown out. Oh well, the curls be back soon enough. I took this pic this morning. The hair looked much better yesterday. The effects of straigt ironing have worn off after sleeping and the humidity of the bathroom.
B couldn't tell. He still liked it this morning.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
B woke up this morning saying his ears hurt and that I needed to take his temchur. 99.4. We have a 2:30 appointment with the doctor. I know common wisdom says you can just let the kids ride out ear infections, but with his history (and my nervous Nellie spouse), off to the doctor we go.
Hubby found himself some clarity yesterday. He did some reading online and low and behold, his wife was right. We need to back off the kid a bit. Now, I need to go take my own advice and find a way to not get so upset. Granted, my mood last night was not helped by seeing B was sitting around in wet shorts for the second time in a week. I swear those afternoon chickies do the absolute minimum. Hubby was going to talk to one of the directors about it.
I'm going to ask the doctor if she has any tips about getting him to go, but we're probably going to try to go with big boy underpants on Saturday. (Rae, Hubby is very good about the laundry.) Consensus is that the pull-ups aren't making him uncomfortable enough (M-i-L dropped off some new DVDs and suggested as well as the suggestions from the comments yesterday).
I know I'm the problem at this point. I get so upset over his accidents and the playing on the potty. I'm sure that's why he's regressing. I realized that I take this all too personally and I have to give him some space and lots of love and support. It was hard to do this morning. It being a pool day and all. I cannot relax when he's walking around in the house in a swimmie diaper.
Oh, look knitting content to distract you from the fact that I'm a horrible mother.
I'm not a terribly awesome knitter either. I had to rip out over an inch and cast on again. Seems if you bother to knit a swatch, and wash it, you should measure the dry swatch. My stitches bloomed so much I lost a 1/2 stitch per inch and the sock would have been nearly an inch too wide.