Emerson's blanket

Emerson came down with something on Friday and she has been miserable ever since. Seven week old babies with stuffy, runny noses, chesty coughs and watery eyes are heart breaking for their Mama's to behold. Neither she nor I have had much sleep the last few nights. We are awaiting the results of some tests. The Doctor thinks it is likely a virus, which means there isn't much we can do except keep up the feeds and cuddles.

So while Dada had cuddles with his baby girl Sunday night, I finished off her blanket for some extra Mama-made comfort.

PS. The Doctor called. The three results, one of which was for whooping cough, came back negative. Such a relief. So we are to stick to cuddle therapy unless she gets worse.

-

Ravelry.

The weekend was

Rearranging furniture and redecorating

Harvesting my first corn

Buying strawberry plants and a mushroom growing kit

Wearing rain coats

Removing the remaining tree trunk with a bob cat and a neighbour

Filling in those bob cat tyre tracks

Trying to convince Cohen to stop digging up said tyre tracks

Unpacking our Winter clothes and organising the closets

Weaving in the ends on Emerson's blanket

This moment

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. - SouleMama

Blog love

Lori times five

ittybitty

la porte rouge

Studio Meez

Hello Milky

Lililabeth

I love stumbling upon sweet, new-to-me blogs and I thought I would share some of my latest discoveries. From knitting to landscapes, gorgeous photos and enviable writing, these five blogs have caught my eye of late.

What's new in your blog reader?
Or who are your all time favourites?
Let me know in the comments so we can all do a spot of blog hopping.


(All images are from the blog credited beneath them.)

Yarn Along

The permission that breastfeeding grants you to just stop, sit down and feed, has gone a fair way towards granting me reading time lately. Though at other times my breastfeeding multi-tasking has included making puzzles, finishing a row of knitting, buttering toast or dressing a toddler. When you throw in a fair bit of baby gazing, I'm surprised I get any reading done at all. And yet I have. Since last week I have finished this book and I'm half way through this one. I'm feeling inspired and positive about my future knitting plans, as well as my intention to return to the jewellery bench soon.

My first Madelinetosh yarn arrived yesterday and I have been enjoying looking at it and touching it, as one does with new yarn. I have however made myself a promise to finish the hot water bottle cozy, Emerson's blanket and Emerson's raglan sweater before making a start with this wool, lest I add to the unfinished pile...
-

Joining in with Ginny's Yarn Along.

Special Parcels

There have been a few parcels in my letter box of late, in the way of gifts and yarn. Wrapped in vintage sheeting and tied with a special ribbon and a note, Tania sent Emerson these gorgeous vintage baby dresses to add to her collection. I'm lost for words at the thoughtfulness and generosity. Thank you again Tania! They are such darling little dresses and I am sure you will be spotting them on the blog in future.

Also in the mail, that bunny to the right of the photo was the contents of this parcel. A sweet little nightlight from Little Brown Mouse, Emerson's Easter gift. (Though Cohen is utterly fascinated by it.) And in another parcel, my new wool arrived from America, which I shall share with you tomorrow.

Oh, I do so love finding parcels on my door step, or hiding in my letter box!
And you? Have you had any special mail lately?
A post card? A parcel? A handwritten letter?

Wellington Point

Next time we'll walk all the way to King Island. Yesterday, the journey seemed more important than the destination and we stayed on the sand bar, absorbed in the details.

Coming home I felt reinvigorated, refreshed, by the sand between my toes and the breeze on my skin. My legs ached, my back reminded me of the baby I'd been carrying, but I felt a calmness within that's difficult to describe. We spoke of home. What it means to us. How the house makes us feel 'good.' The house feels like 'home.' The potential that has been fulfilled and that which lays waiting. The feeling of welcome I notice each time I walk in the door. 

And I recognised my luck again. A piece of my heart sitting in the driver's seat and strapped into two seats behind. This journey we are sharing.