I feel like I am always forgetting something when I leave the house. What could it be? What could it be? I have my keys, my purse, the baby, and the car seat. What else is there?

The DIAPER BAG! Hello?!

I always forget, without fail. Luckily Alan remembers by the time we get to the car. He thinks he needs to attach it to the car seat with a clip of some sort. That way I’ll never forget (one would hope).

Silly Parent Mistake #1

I love it when she smiles.

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.