Strange Days Indeed

DH went back to work today. This is what Iain thought of it…


I have been steadily working on my mystery WIP. I am on the home stretch with just the collar to knit up and the lovely knitted ruffle to sew onto the seed/moss stitched collar. I’m about 2 cm’s away from completion before that last bit of sewing up to do plus adding the wee buttons. I actually knit and nursed Iain at the same time yesterday! Probably not something I’ll be able to do often in the future – the patio deck chairs and a big pillow enabled me – as the weather is getting too cool to sit outside for long. However, I really enjoyed the ‘multi-tasking’ and am considering indoor options to facilitate the same activity.

Awhile ago, I said I would post some house pictures. Elizabeth mentioned that I’m overdue to do that. Here are a few.

The front of our house.

The window for the "secret room".

Our lovely back deck (we bought our first patio set after buying this house. This is where I managed to nurse Iain and knit last night). We have been spending a LOT of time enjoying the back deck and the back yard. And, yes, the lawn does take forever to mow. By the look of this shot, it needs to be mowed. Again.

The two car garage/workshop view from the deck. Hummingbirds visit us here.

A view of the back yard, complete with hammock, our border collie and her friend, Tasha.

The crab apples that threaten to kill us – either by falling on our heads or rolling under foot - each time we walk out the drive way. Beautiful but dangerous!

DH and Iain enjoying the back yard.

Sorry, this one was too cute not to post.

The kid is 2.5 months old – look at that head control!?!

Hopefully I will be able to post some knitting content again soon. We have company right now (yeah!) who have just left for the day to go touring. Mudder and Fadder arrive tomorrow for two weeks (yeah again!) and DH’s parents and sister arrive on October 5th for 10 days (double yeah!). Yes, that’s back to back company. AKA help for new mom! Triple yeah! And Iain slept for 40 minutes allowing me to get most of this post done before he woke up. Quadruple yeah!

Samantha meme’d me. Thanks, Samantha! Another blog post idea when my knitting production is so low! I will try and fulfil that meme promptly. As it seems to include me having my hair washed and looking halfway decent, it may take a few days…

I have also been working on my blog in the new blogger template. It’s really a work in progress so you will likely notice changes regularly and I’ll apologize now for inactive links etc. For example, DH was complaining that my titles didn’t seem to be working properly. He was right and I’m now in the process of fixing each of my 90 odd post titles. Luckily, this is also something I can do while I’m nursing.

I hope you’re all having fun out there in knitter land. I’m having trouble catching up on each of the blogs I love to read regularly and really miss that. However, it also means that I appreciate you all even more when I do get down to reading.

Editor's Note: The production of this email took all day. It was hindered by: eight diaper changes; three nursing sessions; one load of laundry; the biggest spit up of my 2.5 month old son’s young life; one complete outfit change for baby; one complete outfit change for Mommy; one walk to the grocery store to complete one slow cooker meal; the addition of ingredients into one bread maker for our evening meal; and some two and a half month old style conversation. Your patience in ignoring inevitable spelling and grammatical errors is appreciated. Please tell me I’m not the only one to experience days like these…

Remember When?

Remember this?

Here it is being modelled.

It is almost too small.

I have SO got to get this,

my mystery WIP, finished so that the wee bairn is suitably clothed for winter…

Never Lock Your Doors, And Other Tips For Living In Rural Nova Scotia

DH and I are feeling the time crunch. He goes back to work on the 24th of this month after 6 weeks of parental leave and the intention was to have the house reasonably organised (at least the top two floors) and freshly painted before his return to work. We’re not so sure we’re going to make it.

Our house is a cute 1.5 story (I know, I have still to post pictures! I will get to it. Promise) and the .5 part of the house is almost complete. By the grace of God, we might get to the rest (well, God coupled with the assistance of one of my brother’s and SILs who will be visiting us this week)! The .5 floor is what I call the ‘family floor’. It consists of a very small half bath, the master bedroom, a 12’0 by 10’0 landing, Iain’s nursery and the secret room off his room. The secret room isn’t finished yet so we won’t include that space in the following. Master bedroom painted and assorted wall hangings hung – check. Landing painted and assorted wall hangings hung – check. Iain’s room painted – check. Polka dots for Iain’s room painted – nope. Linen and Iain’s closet painted – nope. Stair well painted – check. Assorted wall hangings for stair well and Iain’s room – pending. Curtains can wait.

DH and I were up fairly late (that means 9:30 PM in our house these days) working on hanging pictures. We stopped before he replaced the handrails in the stair well (we got new swanky scroll style handrail brackets from Lee Valley for the wooden rails). DH needed to go unpack some more boxes to find the size of screws that he needed and we thought we’d stop before we both got too cranky to live with. DH then spent until 11:30 PM walking the floors with the freshly diapered, fully nursed wee one until he drifted off to sleep.

As you can probably guess, we spent the better part of yesterday on the .5 floor section of the house. Yesterday morning at about 10:00 AM, I thought I heard a screen door downstairs close. All of the human’s of the house were upstairs with me and the pets, not that they haven’t tried, haven’t learned how to open the screen door by themselves. With a slight tightness to my voice, I told DH about the sound and he went downstairs to investigate. The slight tightness in my voice can be attributed to two reasons:

1. I admit it. I am rarely showered and dressed by that point in the morning. Let’s be more honest. Even if I am showered, I usually have to get dressed on my way to answer either the front or back door. I run around in just my bra on the top half most of the day, ready to nurse or pump at a single cry. I keep a polar fleece with a quick zipped front handy to throw on in case I have to run to the door. A little odd for those 30 plus degree days (like it was yesterday) but, it keeps the neighbours friendly.
2. And, secondly, we just moved from Kanata/Ottawa, the Nation’s Capital where I lived in fear of hearing drunken revellers or the sound of teenagers at the wee hours of the morning. Last July 1st we had two young men decide to jump on the hood of our car as they were throwing something at the windshield resulting in a broken windshield and dented hood. We always locked our doors and Para, the border collie, barked any time after 12:00 PM if she heard anyone outside when she thought they should be home in bed like us. Very sensible is our border collie. If I had ever heard the screen door open downstairs while we were upstairs in Kanata, I would have very seriously considered called the police.

Back to yesterday morning. I heard the sound of a screen door close and no barking border collie. Odd. If anyone comes to our house, Para usually barks. She’s kind of like a doorbell that way. As a matter of fact, DH or I occasionally ring the door bell just to get her to bark. Apparently we get hard up for games to play with her sometimes. We knock on walls and doors too, to get her to come and investigate…

DH went downstairs to the sweet smell of cooling, fresh bread on our counter top with nary a soul to be seen. Not only was there no barking border collie but the border collie must have watched someone fly in to her kitchen, deposit bread on the counter, and leave without so much as a grunt to notify us upstairs. We were left to assume that our visitor must have been the Bread Angel. DH called out the back door a couple of times but no one was there. And the border collie was lying in the hallway, in full view of the kitchen (where the mysterious bread was placed) and not too far from the front door which is, naturally, locked. If you’re from the East coast, you know that only strangers or business people come to the front door anyway. Like a good Newfoundland and Labradorian, my front porch is very sensibly being used for storage.

I did find out who the Bread Angel was later in the day when I took baby and border collie out for a walk. One of the neighbours husband’s, who I hadn’t met before, was out on his ride’em tractor (yes, our properties are that large) and stopped to introduce himself and to tell me that his wife, A, couldn’t raise anyone at our place. I suspect she decided not to ring the doorbell because the baby could have been sleeping. Good woman. A’s husband told me that his wife just brought the bread in and told the dog, who was looking at her curiously, to please not eat her present.

Para is quickly learning that we don’t seem to need a watch dog in Nova Scotia however, friendly greetings are appreciated. She’s a darn good dog. When you come to our house bearing bread, not only will Para likely let you right in but, you might also be offered a cup of tea.

Note: I am considering changing my template with blogger. Therefore, there may be some issues with this blog over the next couple of weeks. Wish me luck!

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