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Little Miss C is learning to walk. Miss A likes to hold her hands and walk backwards to get Miss C to walk with her. Yesterday, we discovered that she can push the little blue car around with a little help only in the steering department.

Walk to your local library day! Our new local branch is just 1.1 miles from our house!

The children did fantastic: TJ & Miss A walked the whole way. Miss B rode the stroller all the way there and after crossing the first 2 streets on the way back. Miss C(Cow), rode on my back both ways. She fell asleep on the way over and slept whilst I knit in the library (I was able to turn the heels on the grey socks).

Apparently, 10AM Thurs is story time. My children totally ignored the lady reading to masses of small children and headed straight for the game computers (hello? a building full of books, and all they want is to play computer games).

I had tucked an apple for the four biggest of us for the way back. Miss C tried to get Miss A’s red umbrella, then took over eating my apple after I’d had a couple bites.

The walk is pleasant, reminded me of when I used to walk to school with my Mom way back when.

Sunday, I explained to Ben that I feel like I’m not getting anything done around here and I need to change that. I need to get up in the morning and have time to get dressed and ready to go to work, I need to know basically when my breaks are and I need to have a set time that work is over and I can relax before I go to bed. Ben suggested that I get up with him so we can have a couple/few minutes together before the day starts and I’ll have time before the children wake.

Yesterday, the alarm went off. The baby stirred, fussed, nursed and I half-slept. Ben got ready and left for work. I went back to sleep.

Last night, the older children were in bed by 7:20PM. The baby took a bit longer. Ben was finally home when she was falling asleep. He and I sat up till after 9PM.

This morning, the alarm went off. The baby stirred, fussed, I sat up to nurse, wanting to hurry her and have a little time with my husband. Ben got ready as I sat there nursing and he left for work. She finally finished and I got up. I’m beginning to see a pattern.

People seem to think that having a baby is an excuse to not do anything. Realistically, it’s an excuse to do less other than baby care for a short time, but not to stop entirely.

I was talking to my Dad the other day while I was uncharacteristically grouchy. Poor Dad. He made the point that I’m trying to DIY a great deal and that could only lead to more fatigue. Well, as pointing out the obvious goes -and Dad’s pretty good at that- this only managed to set me off. Why? Oh, let’s see, doing *anything* will make one more tired when one’s already tired. But, perhaps, point taken.

I did ponder over this after a day or two and came to a conclusion. I need to focus on cleaning, so I’m going to use more prepackaged anti-nutrient food (at least the kids’ll have eaten, right?).

(sigh) The children are up now, and I’m ready to head to bed. Perhaps, I need to work on going to bed earlier before I start getting up earlier. It’s a vicious cycle however one looks at it.

The Women’s Retreat was nice. I really didn’t know what to expect and thought that it was going to be a bigger group, like the Conference a few weeks ago. There were only women from our church, though, and they had morning and evening services.
There were only 2 nursing mothers. The other gal’s baby was just 6 months and able to stay quiet. Cow’s 9 months now and crawls, though. I felt she was more distraction than spectator, so took her out of the meetings. The mountain air was nice. And, there was a lot of adult conversation. The couple of sermons (?) I made it to were good.

After lunch today, I headed down the hill. I was going home. Going back. And I began crying. Going back.

And now I’m home.

Yeah, I spaced Socktober. Again. But it wasn’t like I wasn’t knitting. I just didn’t have anything finished. Still don’t.

I’m working on my Nancy Bush collection. The grey Latvian Socks from Folk Socks are for Ben – He asked to leave off the picots so I worked one purl turning round, otherwise I’m just following the pattern. Oh, and working an Eye of Partridge heel.

The purple Baudelaire’s are for me. I bought the yarn just after the pattern came out and set it aside till I had knit up some toe-up socks that fit. This spring, with little baby at hand, I started knitting them. I got through the gusset. Twice. Finally got that right and went for the heel turn.. I think it was a cross between baby brain and new skill that kept me from getting it right. (I kept miscounting and end up wrapping the same stitch!) I’m happy to report that in the last week I turned that *&!% heel and caught the other sock up to it. Last night, during Journey to the Center of the Earth, I started the first leg. This morning, I started the second and ripped it and finally caught it back up to the first sock.
I’m trying one on right now. Next time, I need to use a different toe -this one is too tight, seems to be for pointy-toed people- and make the foot about 1/2″ or so shorter. With all the trouble I’ve had so far, I’m not ripping them again: I’d never get them done! My aim is to use up the yarn and see how close to knee highs they can get.

My other project is the ‘earth metals’ sweater for T.J. Gold, silver and copper were his colors -those are the currency in most of the computer games he plays. So far, I have the body close to the armpits and have begun the sleeves. His birthday is under three weeks away, let’s see if I can focus!