I saw this Japanese craft book For Sweet Baby on Angry Chicken and just had to buy it. Never mind that I’m not really a sewer and don’t read Japanese. I bought it anyways.

This was my attempt to make some shoes for Isabelle, I should say my pathetic, sorry, sad attempt. I thought I could figure the pictures out. Wrong. I’m not good with thinking inside out. And with sewing you’re sewing on the inside. But these shoes have insides so that threw me for a loop. Everything worked out except for the inside. You can see the padding.

Anyone read Japanese? Cousin Cynthia do you read Japanese?

I’ve finished the cable part of crumpets. Now it’s just knit, knit, knit, knit, and more knit. I’m itching to finish because I have another project in mind and am so impatient to start. Actually more than one project. I actually have several in mind. And I am determined not to let this sit as an unfinished project to start a new one. So off knitting I go.

A couple of nights ago we had one of those nights where Isabelle was crying and not sucking and at my wit’s end I posted to my blog pleading the internet world for advice and help. But it being something like 2am in the morning it was highly doubtful anyone read it for all of the few minutes that it was up. Times like this always lead to the blame game.

Alan tactfully asks: is something different? (not what did you do different? because you know I’m all ready to jump down someone’s throat and it not being the baby’s you know who will get it if he says what did you do differently?) See, what he’s referring to is when Isabelle gets like this we assume it has to be something I ate. No scientific proof of this, just when it’s the middle of the night and the baby’s been crying for over an hour, you’re grasping at straws. So what do we blame?! “It was the sip of Coke I had earlier” or “I had a piece of chocolate. I’m hopping my baby up on caffeine!”

Turns out she was tired. Tired and wanted to sleep and couldn’t because her mom kept trying to stick boob in her mouth thinking she was hungry. We bounced her but obviously didn’t give it long enough to work. See, that’s a new thing I just figured out, crying because she was tired. Mama had to learn. So this morning when she did it again: crying and not sucking and not hungry because she had just eaten like freaking few minutes before, mama figured it out. TIRED. Let’s say it again, it was such a revelation. T.I.R.E.D.

I rocked her until she fell asleep. See…I’m learning.

Why is it that Alan likes pictures like these where Isabelle’s drooling. Or has a big booger in her nose. Or is crosseyed.

Because she’s oh so cute and he loves her no matter what she’s doing. (like farting with every little stretch when she wakes up). Yeah those are the moments you want to remember.

Isabelle is two months old today! This second month has been a lot easier. It’s not that she sleeps through the night, no if anything she seems to be sleeping less. However, we can now side nurse lying down so that’s easier. We’re not great at it and sometimes Isabelle fusses like crazy but sometimes she doesn’t and it’s heavenly. Sleep and she gets to eat. It doesn’t get better than that.

Recap of this second month:

Oh and the best thing this month. She weighs 10 pounds now and she’s gone up a diaper size. Our little baby is growing. It’s gone by too fast.

Read Month One

Well progress on crumpets is at a standstill. My Denise needles broke. BROKE! Well onto something else until I buy new needles.

Aaaaw shucks. I can’t believe it. I’m listed as one of three moms in the weeklight spotlight on The Mom Salon.