Showing posts from September, 2012

Wee Things

With The Most Adorable Granddaughter#5 at home and filling out, the time when I spent hours online searching for patterns for prem babies has become hazy. One thing I learnt from reading and my own experience is that prem patterns differ greatly. I guess that's because a premature baby can weigh anything from barely-tipping-the-scales to the same as a full-term baby. But because babies - and especially premature babies - cannot regulate their body temperature the way that we can, woolen articles of clothing are essential to keep baby warm.

Recently on a prayer board I frequent we were praying for a baby born nine weeks early. His weight was only slightly less than The Most Adorable Granddaughter#5's (and praise God I think he is also doing well) and it made me think about sharing some of the helpful links I found when knitting for our own precious wee one.

I loved the top-down cardigans by Carole Barenys. I had been looking for a pattern with an all-in-one yoke because I just…


Today Son#4 turns twenty-one. Just ask me if that doesn't make me feel old! DH and I have been trying to adjust to now having four grown men for sons. (Apologies to Son#5 but I'm afraid you won't acquire adult status until your twenty-first birthday and since you're the youngest, you're going to have to fight to claim it).

Last night we took Son#4 out for dinner. It amazes me that my sons who grew up in this household with a mother who neither ate nor cooked seafood, could find it in themselves to eat seafood when in a restaurant and appear to enjoy it!

The meal - to say the least - was disappointing. We had hoped to honour Son#4 and give him an inkling of how much he means to us, but the meal let us down. We didn't do too well in the present department either since the gift I ordered which was meant to arrive on the nineteenth, still hasn't arrived. We did however give him a card but even that wasn't overly exciting (do you know how hard it is to buy a…


Slowly ... and I mean ever so slowly ... the rest of the family are being introduced to the newest - and smallest - family member.

The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 kept referring to her cousin as "a doll." In more ways than one, a doll she is!

Though I wonder for how long? At the rate she is growing she is going to catch up to her big sister in next to no time.

Well, perhaps it may take a leettle while.

A Welcome

Her wrist is no thicker than the base of my thumb. She weighs about the same as two bags of rice (the one kilo size not the five kilo bags). People in different parts of the world have been praying for her. So far only two out of her seven uncles have held her, only one auntie (and not an "official" auntie until April next year but besotted all the same) out of four has had that privilege, her cousins on her father's side have only viewed her briefly, while those family members on her mother's side (apart from a wonderful Nana who looked after The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4 and her Daddy while Mummy was in hospital) have had to be content with photos and phone updates.

But she is home.

I cared for The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4 while we waited for her Daddy to bring her Mummy and baby sister home from the hospital. We waited and waited ...

Finally they arrived! And what a wonderful surprise they had for The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4.

Time now to get out of …

Forgiven (I think)

When I arrived home last Friday evening and told my family that I'd held my wee granddaughter for the first time, I'm surprised they didn't make me sleep in the dog kennel that night. To say they were envious, would be an understatement. DH wouldn't even give me a welcome-home kiss!

But it was hardly my fault. I'd gone up to the hospital after a long two-day workshop to take a few items that I'd picked up for The Most Adorable Granddaughter#5 and hadn't intended to stay very long. When DIL#2 asked me if I wanted to hold The Most Adorable Granddaughter#5 I could hardly say "No", could I? Besides, I'd been longing for almost a week to feel her [weightlessness] in my arms.

Of course, the family were not as overjoyed as I was when I told them. I even wondered if they would ever forgive me for it. Out of respect for their feelings, I held off posting these photos. (Actually, there's no truth in that statement at all. DIL#2 took the photos on her …