Things I learned today
1. Icy sidewalks, many blocks to walk, and a pregnant belly make for a nervous slow-walkin’ Cari. Even in my super duper no slip boots. (Mine are red and orange. And were cheaper. Guess I ordered them at the right …
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Meet the wonky robot
I needed a date to bring to a first-birthday party this past Sunday, and Billy was busy. What’s a girl to do? Knit herself a date, of course. His intarsia went a bit wonky once I stuffed him. I managed …
Admit it. You’ve been curious.
I talk about my fiction-writing on this blog, but I never share any of it, do I? Terrible of me. Well, I’m very happy to announce that you can now read one of my short stories online in the new …
It’s (probably) a boy
We had the 16-week sonogram this morning and the tech said that she was 70% sure it’s a boy in there. We’ll get a clearer view at the 20-week sonogram. I’ve been having boy feelings all along, though, so… Yes, …
Gratuitous kitten photo
Because who doesn’t like a kitten? Even an attack kitten. Well…Diego, for one. But in photos you can’t feel the needle-like claws and teensy razor teeth. So a bit of Oscar for his very patient fans. And also to distract …
Billy’s calling it the Yoda Sweater.
I don’t know exactly what to call it just yet. It’s done, though. Baby’s first sweater. It was hard to get a decent photo of this yarn, for some reason. I’m much happier with the sweater than with the photos …
A nice traditional American Christmas…
…means lots of family, too much food, and all of it ending in tears, yes? A word to the wise: If someone you love is pregnant, and her face is breaking out like a teenager’s as a result of said …
transit strike, day two
I’m not feeling trapped at home yet, but if the strike goes on much longer I anticipate a bit of cabin fever setting in. Luckily I have handknit socks to soothe the sting. Look what Monica made me! They’re beautifully …
Well…crap…
Yeah. Transit strike. Pregnant women do not walk 8+ miles each way in the winter cold to get to their jobs in midtown, thanks. Nor do we ride bikes. Or rather, my doctor has forbidden me from riding a bike …