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Knitting Machine

My Mom has turned in to a knitting machine, With each creation she produces, my desire to learn to knit grows a bit more. I’m not totally convinced that this is the time in my life to learn a new hobby that involves balls of yarn, however.

Maggie was able to help my mom out a few for a few hours while we were all visiting 3G and fell in love with winding her fingers through the balls of yarn and pulling them apart.

I’m thankful that my mom isn’t one of those wild knitters – and you know they are out there (!) –  that gets upset when a darling baby messes up the balls of yarn that were so splendidly organized.

Instead, she just keeps on knitting right through the chaos that a Hooligan named Maggie causes.

Once in a while she’ll stop knitting to ensure that the hat fits just right and Maggie is a perfect model.

Well, perfect in the sense of the word that she knows how to take the hat off.

Sometimes Maggie pulls the hat on her head when she’s really trying to get it off….funny stuff, at least to me.

Anyhow, you get the point: Fidget went and turned into a knitting machine and Maggie is her helper.

Honestly, she has two helpers, but one looks a bit more pitiful than the other.

Did you spot Mopey the Pug?

I think she wants a hat or something….to cover up those wrinkles, of course!

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Airing Our Dirty Laundry

We’ve discovered around here, at HBHQ, that things that were designed to be functional can also double as toys. This was found to be true last night as I was going through a pile of clothes to get rid of and I plunked Maggie inside a laundry basket next to me while I sorted clothes.

As I sat her down I expected to see a panicked look and hear noises of uneasiness. I was wrong. So it goes with parenting, remember?  Anyhow, as Maggie sat in the blue basket and I sorted clothes, she discovered the goodness of fitting in to a new space.

I stopped sorting clothes to watch her discovery unfold and it was pretty astounding because within a short minute or two, Maggie had pulled herself into a standing position. I let her stand until the basket started to tip back and forth as she crunched her legs up and down.

Who knows, maybe tomorrow she’ll have discovered the toilet paper dispenser.

Awesome.

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Is That a Hunk of Junk?

Before we had Maggie, we had pretty strong opinions about choices that we would or would not be making regarding being parents. More than once I have found myself doing things that I swore I would never, ever do with my own child.

Take the ExerSaucer for example, it is huge and ugly and takes up a substantial part of our smallish house. Guess who loves to rock out in it each morning? It was the same way with the swing. I thought that I wouldn’t want/need those Hunks of Junk, as we have affectionately been calling them, because we were going to be the parents that constantly held our baby and wouldn’t need a contraption to hold her.

And for the most part we do hold Maggie. In fact, if she is in a Hunk of Junk, we’re right down on the floor with her enjoying it. I remember seeing Barry lying under the swing when Mags was a teeny baby while she rocked above him. I’m not sure that our sweet, sweet child touched ground for a significant amount of time before her she was at least 5 months old.

What I didn’t take into account when I had my pre-parenting opinions, was that Maggie might want some time out of our arms, or I might want to take a shower, or even make some food. Tonight we turned a new page with a real high chair that arrived at our house. It is more aesthetically pleasing than the ExerSaucer and certainly serves more of a purpose. I typically wear Maggie or sit her on the ground near me when preparing foods or doing stuff in the kitchen, but tonight I loaded her in the high chair and she happily mashed a banana and played with some kitchen utensils.

She was able to keep an eye on the action at level that pleased her and I was able to swiftly complete my tasks: a win-win! So, as I eye the next Hunk of Junk or supposed ‘must have,’ instead of rolling my eyes and discounting it, I’m going to take into consideration what Maggie might think of it. Turns out we don’t always agree on everything.