Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Back to my needles...

and  my reading.

After a 6 month hiatus from all things knitting, I finally picked up my needles again this past week.  I  have a larger project to get working on before its recipient outgrows the size of the pattern I have, but I knew that I wanted to start back to knitting with something quick yet interesting.  I settled on an Elvish Leaves Dishcloth.  It is a fairly simple yet beautiful lace pattern and it has the added benefit of practicing lace techniques on larger needles with a heavier yarn.  After finishing the dishcloth, aside from weaving in ends because my darning needle is among the missing, I finally chose a yarn from my stash for my next project and wound it into a couple of balls. 

Another one of my hobbies that has taken a nosedive since having children is reading.  I probably read more than the average Joe if you consider that I am reading picture books to Lily and Ish for a good portion of the day everyday.  My own reading, however, has really fallen by the wayside.  I have made efforts since January to read more and it is going well.  I am not reading as much as I would like, but I am well on my way to completing my fifth book of the year.  Right now I am borrowing a friend's copy of Enchantment by Orson Scott Card.  So far I am enjoying it.  It is nice to be reading a carefully crafted fairytale retelling; the last one I read was a train wreck--one of those books I finished because I had already gotten so far into it that I couldn't not finish it. Enchantment is definitely a breath of fresh air in comparison.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Following Lily

A little over a week ago, I decided to follow Lily around with my camera.  Little Ish was still napping and she was ignoring me and my camera.  Seeing as she usually runs at me and tries to touch the lens of my camera the majority of the times I try and photograph her, I couldn't pass up this chance to capture her at play.

Playing at the workbench...

Taking a break to read...

Taking a few deep breaths...

Trying to figure out the top...

 Playing trains...

 A few more breaths...

Showing Momma that birth balls make excellent drums...

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Burying Oliver

I have wanted to write about this for weeks, but I have been having a hard time getting started.  I have been afraid of not getting all of the details straight.  While I was lying in bed last night, I realized I needed to write sooner rather than later as all the specifics were starting to blur.


The Monday after finding out that Oliver had died, I called The Birth Center so that I could ask all the questions I had about miscarrying.  Sarah Grace, the midwife on call, fielded all of my questions.  One of the things she mentioned to me was that since I was so far along in first trimester that I might see the baby when I finally miscarried. She told me that there was the possibility that the baby would come out whole but that he may also come out in parts.  I was also told that I might never see my baby at all during the miscarrying process. 

This news precipitated a question that I hadn’t thought about prior to calling; what was I supposed to do with the baby? I was told that some people flush their baby, some put the baby in the trash, and still others bury their baby.  I couldn’t stomach the idea of the first two options, but I also had no clue how to go about burying the baby either.  Thankfully, Ish and I had several days to figure it all out.

Part of our concerns when it came to figuring out what to do about burying Oliver was that we weren’t sure if there was a prescribed way of doing things in the Catholic Church.  We of course knew that burying the dead is a corporal work of mercy, but beyond knowing that we would need to bury our sweet baby, we were pretty clueless.  I mentioned this concern to Little Ish’s godmother and she very graciously offered to have her husband research the matter for us.  During the time that he was researching, I was reading Karen Edmisten's book .  Between the information our friend found for us and the information in Karen’s book, we knew that we could bury our baby on hallowed ground and we were fairly sure there was some sort of funeral rite for unborn babies.

Since we knew we were going to bury Oliver before I delivered him, I took the time to figure out how I was going to catch his little body; I did not want to be fishing his body out of a toilet.  I got the idea of miscarrying into a scarf/thin piece of fabric by looking at what the Elizabeth Ministry included in their Miscarriage Delivery Aid kits.  I had considered purchasing one, but I had the feeling it wouldn’t arrive by the time I needed it. 

After we figured out how to catch Oliver, we simply stopped worrying about what we were going to do.  When I finally did miscarry, Ish called his mother because we didn’t really know how to go about getting the whole burial process started.  It turns out I still don’t know how to do that, because Ish’s mom very kindly worked out all of the details for us so that Oliver could be laid to rest beside his great-grandmother and his uncle.

On the morning of January 10th, Fr. Ambrose presided over a gravesite burial service for Oliver Innocent.  Under a small tent with our baby sealed inside a beautiful inlaid wood box, surrounded by a group of about 35 friends and family members, we prayed for the soul of our sweet boy.  I can’t adequately describe that morning except to say that as hard as burying Oliver was, the overwhelming love and support from friends and family was a testament to the fact that he lived even though he was never born.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Sunday, February 10, 2013

The Face Game

Little Ish has started playing a game that I refer to as The Face Game.  When we play this game he tells me he is going to make a sad face or a happy face; sometimes he also does a mean face or an angry face. 

Sad face...

Happy face...

 Silly face...

Henry B. Swap face...

Get out of my face face...

Saturday, February 9, 2013


Earlier this week, I received a package in the mail from my mom.  Aside from a fantastic pair of pajama pants and a few other things, it also included a couple of books of stickers for the children.  They made no delay in enjoying this gift.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

On Sainthood

Little Ish: Is Lily a saint?
Me: One day, we hope.
Little Ish: One day I will be.