dearest son,
i love your laugh, i love you to bits, but i also love when you nap. sometimes what it means is that you are in a place which is safe as long as you are supervised (meaning, more comfy cushioned, but you might roll over so i can't actually leave you to go elsewhere in the house). and what that means is that i can sit next to the open window with the sun coming in and spend some daydreaming time catching up on blogs and such.

i'm currently daydreaming about reading a tree grows in brooklyn. because i never have, and because jane mentioned it, and because i like her sensibility when it comes to books and things. i can't WAIT to read you books. one thing you will never be denied is reading material.

i love your tiny fists, the ones you are constantly trying to eat wholesale. while you nap i can have some of those yummy wasabi potato chips.

i can also think about and try to figure out where the heck we are going to put the desk that your dad thinks is for you (in how many years???) that we bought off of craigslist today. it's small and charming, but not so small as to be able to hide it in the corner.

and i think about the things i want to make for you. most of my craft to-do list is for you. although my current knitting is for me. i just have to figure out why my stitch count is off.

and i like daydreaming about your future, and the time we will have together. and i hope you'll enjoy it as much as i will.

i love you.

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i've been spending a lot of time thinking about fabric instead of yarn lately but the real danger lies elsewhere.

today i had lunch with monkeydad and monkeybaby and we stopped in here.

they had this.

dangerous. lust. that feeling of going over the waterfall in the rainbarrel. sure it's just dishes. but what mighty pleasing dishes. mmm. so. nice.

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the ferry ride was lovely, it was a very very warm day, and peanut wasn't terribly comfortable. and i'm not used to having to cool down a tiny baby. can't you just dunk their feet in icewater? kidding. mostly. it was a nice day, i bought a yard of fabulous japanese fabric to make basically the same project that 6.5 sts made. i've been coveting the spider fabric forever. and i finally found it in person (as opposed to online). the echino line is sooooo lovely. and a wee ball of yarn - socks that rock in the indigo colorway. i forget the name. and i'm too lazy to look things up right now.

jeez ok. i say things like that and the ocd takes over.
Here is the sewing project
and the yarn.

i don't really have ocd. but there are certain things i can't just leave alone.

i am tired, i can't remember what i was really going to say here tonight. um. i don't know.

we are all having back problems around here, so we walk like we are 97 and wonder what will happen when the peanut gets bigger. i thought he'd end up in a corner, we would be incapacitated, dragging ourselves around, tossing a diaper his way now and again, telling him good luck on changing himself. we need to do yoga, or they need to invent a better disc replacement really soon.

ok, i can't remember. i thought it was going to come to me. maybe tomorrow.

ok, see, now i remember. look 2 inches up the screen and check the post title. hahaha. i tell you all of this because it's soooooo still pregnancy brain.

i can't believe it's been 12 weeks. any second now it will have been 12 years. that's how things are. he laughs, he smiles, he is sort of sitting up, he says hi (i know it's probably not conscious, but he is making a LOT of vocal noise lately), he is looking at his world. it's amazing. i want to talk more about this, but just can't tonight.

too. tired.

more soon.

snuggly baby smell to you all.

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