Watchin' Teletubbies

Crazy Natters is Single and Fabulous!

What I am knitting

I have actually finished this sock, but have yet to get past the first two rows of the next one. I think I am more of a fall-winter knitter. It is nice to wear your creations after you finish.

One down

Back from Party night at 10:15pm. Us parents can't make the late hours anymore. Boo hoo.
Miss Crazy Natters is safely asleep. She is in size denial. She insists on sleeping width-wise in her crib. Now, she doesn't fit and resorts to sleeping bumsy-up. That is knees tucked under her and bum up in the air. I feel the need to move her, but inevitably she moves back. I wish her little cozy self would cuddle with us, but she refuses to sleep in our bed. What?!? A child that does not want to sleep with their parents? Who ever heard of such a thing? I dream of the days when she crawls in. This is what happens when you have a child. You long to cuddle them forever. I am so much in love with my baby. So much that the social interaction of other well-educated, interesting adults couldn't keep me away. Oh, and the husband too. Family has a power beyond freedom. As a child you are born into the group and there are rules and control that forces you out into adulthood. Sometimes I daydream about freedom, the old days of no responsibilty and limited consequences. "Babooms? Babooms?" says Crazy Natters. Yes, baby it's lunchtime. I love you, too.

Day Two, Birthday Party

If you are invited to a Birthday get-together by the only non-work, non-family person you know in CT, you must go. I don't particularly like outings. I am out of my comfort zone and the ass in the aisle fear gets the best of me. Oh, you don't know that term? Let me explain...
I have a ghetto booty and as such it tends to stick out away from my personal space. If not into others, then into open communal spaces. Simply put ass in the aisle.
That is all I will say on the subject, I am trying to avoid weight and general body self-concious issue from taking over my writings.
Anyway, to try to maintain my newly created friendship I suck it up and participate. Wish me luck.
Crazy Natters has sounded in with a *burp*. I am ready to GO!

What is a Crazy Natters?

Crazy Natters is my daughter. At the moment she is repeatedly pushing the number 5 on the phone. Wait...now she is putting the phone behind her head and saying
"What's that?"
She is 1. Her favorite words are Thank You. She loves apples and spends much of the day walking around the house saying "Thank you apples, thank you apples".
She likes to clean. She frequently walks over to me, my husband, strangers, with dirt in hand saying "Thank you". Sometimes it's fuzz, and sometimes, if we are lucky, it is part of a graham cracker. I just got a leaf! I win!
Goodnight Crazy Natters.

Crazy Natters Thanks You

Today, June 14th, my first official day of journal writing. I never kept a journal. I tried a few times to write down my thoughts, but I would go back and edit, get aggravated and rip out pages.
In any case, I have started this to join a knit/crochet-along. Apparently, you must keep a diary to participate. OK, I can follow the rules.