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Okay girls and boys. I’m slacker of a blogger, I know. No Friday Favorites even. Lame. But I’ve been a busy bee in real life. It’s been some things like painting a hallway, meeting with people at Home Depot about my impending kitchen reno, cleaning and recleaning my home and laundry and children. Nothing really worth pulling out the camera for. (Although I confess, I’m tempted sometimes to take a picture every day at the magical moment where I’ve just finished cleaning everything, just to prove half an hour later that it was, in fact, clean.)

I’ve also been working on this. By which I of course mean, napping. No, not really; my sleepy time coincides with Olivia’s wakeup time. Somehow I press on. Mostly I keep forgetting I’m even pregnant. I’m 18 weeks (and a bit) somehow? Normally by now I look like I’m about 7 months pregnant, and I tend to carry like my torso is an egg with bosums on the top. This round I’m sporting more of a ‘I shoved a soccer ball down my shirts’ sort of a look. Until a few weeks ago we all kindof kept forgetting that I was even pregnant because I just looked sort of beer-belly-ish most of the time. Normally I head straight for ‘third trimester’ and work up from there, so it’s an odd thing.

However, in the last few weeks I’ve also created a cute chenille-cut-monogram pillow for Nicole, nearly finished Olivia’s topsy-turvy-squares quilt top, and created a 18m+ backwards-zip sleep sack. Olivia is a bit of a stripper. When placed in bed and faced with the concept of sleeping, she often chooses to rebel by stripping completely naked, occasionally peeing and a few times more. Um, not cool, Olivia. Not cool. So I responded by making her a hugely long sleep sack that zips in the back. I spent a few days anxiously pondering a different way of making sleep sacks from my previous way, and when I finally decided to put my seam ripper beside me and just try it, I was quite pleased to find that I’d found a much more efficient way to create lined zipped sleep sack than what I’ve used in the past.

The topic of Nicole’s old sleep sack came up, which was polarfleece, simple, and used a wide ribbed neckline instead of a zipper so she could just be slipped into it and I didn’t have to face my zipper-fears. Then out of nowhere, this weekend I got a request for a tutorial on that type of sleep sack from someone who’d read a forum post where I’d mentioned it, from years back. So I think I may do a tutorial on both types; I’d had intentions of creating a .pdf pattern in multiple sizes of the zipped sleep sack and selling it, but I think I may just do a tutorial including how to draft your own size. After all, most of what I learned when it comes to making things, I learned from others’ free tutorials!

All I talk about lately is sleep, not sleeping, sleep sacks, and the like. Clearly I have developed an obsession. With sleep. Sleeeeeeep.

Crazy Paranoid Lady

Okay so I am a crazy paranoid lady in the middle of the night. Let me start off by explaining that my craziness is not completely random. I watched Degrassi The Next Generation (stupid show, I know, but it was on and My Darling Daughter was not into going to bed early) and there was this thing about advertising or whatever. Girls were wearing this dress as a form of advertisement for a sponsor who was sponsoring the badmintine tourney, and this became a huge deal as they were told how they could and couldn't act/eat/whatevs.
So, anyways. 12:30 am rolls around and The Baby starts to cry. And cry. And cry and cry and cry. I'm pretty sure she was suffering from some painful bloating from the potato soup we both ate (lots of onions) because I had the same problem about 15 minutes later. Anyways, so I think this woke me up from some sort of wierd dream, because when The Husband made a comment about The Baby crying (she sleeps in our room at the moment) I started irritably going on about how "They" shouldn't be allowed to advertise like this. The Husband, although more than half asleep himself, still found this a little wierd. "What?" I proceeded to try to mumble some sort of obtuse, vague explanation that "They" were advertising via the crying baby and it shouldn't be allowed because it just wasn't right. Meanwhile, The Baby continued to cry loudly, stopping for a moment when I rocked her but starting right up again, twice as loud, of course, when I lay her back down. The Husband made one last attempt at grasping what exactly I was jabbering on about. "What are you talking about? What are "They" advertising by the baby crying?"
I don't even remember what I mumbled back to that one. It wasn't any sort of logic. I didn't have any, of course. I couldn't really answer the question, but I knew that was his fault, and not mine. That or "Thiers". The Husband, being half asleep, decided to just pretend I wasn't talking anymore.
Between this and the constantly crying baby, I was completely frustrated. I gritted my teeth and picked up The Baby, then lay her on the bed beside The Husband, where she calmed down somewhat, realizing she had once again sucessfully wound up in the master bed. Then I stalked off to dig the Infacol out from under the lazyboy in the livingroom, (I'm not sure what's wierder, the fact that it was under there or the fact that I knew where to find it) administered a good dose to my sniffling child, and went back to bed. I did not remember or realize my complete lack of sanity until my husband texted me at 9:30 am to apologize for being a jerk last night. (After I crawled back into bed, he asked me to go grab his long johns from the clean laundry and bring them to the bedroom so he wouldn't have to walk around cold in the morning. I was completely unimpressed with this request and informed him he could get his own long johns, in the morning. He informed me that getting his long johns was 'the least I could do.' This was 197% the worst possible thing he could have said to the woman who pretty much single-handedly has been getting up with his baby in the night for the last seven months. We are both a little stupid in the middle of the night.)

So yeah. I'm kind of a crazy person, a little. Just at night though. Maybe somebody should take my baby away at night. hehe. Yesplz.