Queen of Rambles

What happened to shy and demure Carrie? Didn’t I post that exact sentence last weekend? She seems to be gone for good, at least around her new bevy of friends. That’s right, people. I not only have a new friend. I have a whole bevy of friends. What an odd word.

Since moving to the DC area, I’ve been friends with Tora thanks to an introduction from Heather. Until recently, I would have stated that she is my only friend in this area and she simply lives too far away! I have schemed and connived shamelessly, trying to figure out a way we could live in her little town and still have Mike get to work in a sorta timely manner (he has a one hour commute right now), but we can’t make it work. A few weeks ago her hometown best friend moved to the area and got in touch with me. I’d met her at our annual Christmas bake-a-thon so we knew we had a lot in common. Since she’s new to the area, she’s eager to make contact with anyone who might be friendly, so I invited her up to my area for a quilt show/fabric buying orgy. Fun! We purchased lots of fabrics and ate lots of fondue and had a grand old time. Remember I mentioned putting together a girls’ night out? She, Tora and my two new mom friends are all coming! After all the years of longing for real life people to socialize with, I finally have my fill! I know I keep harping on the topic, but it was such a long time in coming that I can’t believe it has finally happened and I am so busy making plans and having fun.

Also, Patrick’s internship is about to end, so he moved in with us this weekend and will be staying until he goes home on May 5th. Even more fun!

Back to the quilt show. . .

This was a small, local show with quilts made by local guild members. As much as I was thrilled with the big international show in Lancaster, this little show was much more comfortable. I went away from the big international show feeling like a quilting loser who would never amount to anything. I came away from this show with lots of ideas and a feeling of accomplishment. There were some absolutely gorgeous quilts, but there were also some real dogs. I need to see those dogs to keep myself motivated. As a perfectionist, I tend to ball up into myself and not want to do anything if I think I’m not good enough. I’ve tried to keep that out of my crafting and learn to let go, but it is such an integral part of my nature that it’s hard to do.

New Topic

Mike cut Erik’s hair yesterday and I promised Julie and Alle that I’d post a picture.

The photo doesn’t really do the chimpanzee-ness of the new style justice. Last night I got totally freaked out when I was putting him to bed and had to turn on the light. I could just see the outline of his round head and the big ears, and he kept screeching in short little bursts. I convinced myself he had transformed into a chimpanzee and was going to get me. When I was little I used to convince myself that my grandma turned into a fairy tale wolf and was going to get me, so I guess I have a history of the vivid imagination.

A few more pics:

I wish I had better lighting for this one. The color of the sheets play off his skin tone and eyes and make an outstanding sight in real life.

This pic is just to show what a great mom I am! Notice the plate of food in the dirty foyer by my nasty shoe? When we came in the other day he flipped out and laid there screaming. I fixed him lunch and served it to him on the floor. He ate it there and then laid there sucking his thumb for about an hour while watching TV. He desperately needs a nap most afternoons, but an hour of TV watching is all I can get out of him.

Btw, for the follow-up on the nursing situation: UGH! He was up all that night nursing. I knew that would happen. It was just a one-off thing and not the harbinger of good things to come. I would jump with joy if I thought he was done nursing. I can’t even imagine a moment of sadness or melancholy. I really, truly, firmly believe in child led weaning, but this is getting ridiculous. It told my mom he is already weaned, not out of shame, but because I am SICK of hearing her opinion on the matter. She’s the person who makes me so defensive. She doesn’t approve of many of the things we are doing, though she recognizes he is not in any harms way. She thinks we are nuts for reading baby books, making our own baby food (in his infancy), nursing, not forcing him to sit at the table and eat, letting him choose how much food he will eat, spoon feeding him (which I HATE, but if we don’t spoon feed him he is awake all night nursing), and so forth. When I hear advice that echoes her criticisms I go a little nuts because I hear her tone of voice even if that is not at all the tone the person “speaking” would use.

Anyway, enough of that. Time for sleep! I need some. I think I am coming down with a sore throat thanks to the sudden change in weather (I needed a coat today). I don’t have any airborne! I’ll pick some up tomorrow and hope for the best.

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