Ferber-Schmerber
I like to oblige H.C. Price whenever possible, so folks, here's the record-breaking fourth post in a row:
The potential quilt recipient occasionally reads this blog, so I can't go into specifics on design and what not. I will say that the borders have been completed and it's now a matter of filling in and a little of the dreaded echo quilting. That's what I get for using cotton batting instead of polyester. Catherine, I'm sure you can relate.
Wren has jumped sizes in everything from onesies to shoes, and I had to unpack two more garbage bags of cute cute clothes from Sarah. Well actually, I guess, from Zoe and Ava. Either way Wren is a fashion plate. These days she's wearing up to five outfits a day, due to her inability to control the fluids leaking (and sometimes shooting) from her body.
She's six months old now, and I wonder if I should worry that she mostly fits into clothes with a 12 mo. tag. I don't want to give her body image problems, but (to steal from Ben and Birdy's mom) she's a little fattykins. Her current faves are: pears, Ramona, long walks in the stroller, trilling, snorting, her jumper, her carseat (!) and pulling on cords. If these cords are attatched to something (say, a laptop) this can have sad consequenses.
Lazlo and I are contemplating trying to Ferberize her again tonight. If we were carebears we would both be Tenderheart. We're pathetic. But it's honestly a pretty tramautic thing for all involved. She just seems so shocked that no one's coming to get her. I don't know how we'll do it. One mom told me she just left for the first few nights and let her husband do it, but Lazlo has almost as hard a time as I do. Of course he has the good sense to turn the baby monitor OFF, whereas I insist on listenting to her scream for hours on end. The problem for us is that 4 out of 5 nights, once she's down, she sleeps through the night with no problem.
In case you're not a parent, the key parts of that sentence were "once she's down" and "4 out of 5". 5 is a real bitch. And it can take a good long while for her to go down.
We'll see how it goes.
You realize that, thanks to the internet, ten years from now Wren can google herself and see that you called her a "fattykins" on Wimpkiller, right?
Don't worry, my son Elias Luc, can see that I called him an albino ethiopian he's so skinny.
Much obliged. my quilted hat with ducks on it is tipped to you. Your sister seated my family today at Kerbey. she was so sweet to get my Geoffrey some milk. then he told me he wanted the milk from the creamer cups. sicko. I told Alexander I would give him a quarter for every grammatical error he found on his kid's coloring menu (I only paid out two quarters) but apparently, "pancake's rule!"