One of my older brothers is going to be a dad this coming September. This will be the first grandchild for my parents and the first niecphew for me. The reason I say niecphew is that my brother and his wife do not wish to know the sex of the baby until the little bundle of joy is born. Now for the parents and grandparents this does not harm, but to us aunts and uncles it does. There is no generic term for your niece or nephew. There's baby or child for the parents, and grandchild for the grands, but we what do I get. I am able to tell people that my brother is having a baby, which is a longer sentence than I will soon have a XXX. Okay, maybe it's not longer, but you get my point.
Well having started with the last I will now move onto the second. I have been working for quite a while on a great blanket. It is knitted from cotton. I knit 80 individual fish. Then I sewed them together in columns. Then sewed the columns together. After this I crocheted a border around the edge, 3 times. Now it is a blanket fit for a wonderful niecphew.
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Finally the first. The Baby Shower. Now I live in Brooklyn. I grew up in North Central Connecticut (about 2 1/2 hours between NYC and Boston) My brother and his wife live in Pittsburgh. So of course I am the one planning and throwing a shower for them in CT at my parents (thank goodness I didn't have to book a location!!) Mind you it's a bit hard to organize when your not there, and most of the guests RSVP to your mom instead of you like they were supposed to. Needless to say the shower is Saturday. I'm excited since I get to see the tummy for the first time, but worried I haven't done enough. Especially so since my sister-in-law likes things her way. Not a bad thing, but when your called and told your throwing someone a shower in a state you no longer live in, it's a bit to take in. It will be fun though. I'm excited, and if I don't suck I will remember to take pictures and show off all the wonder that is my far-off party planning.
For now.. it's off to knitting headphones covers since mine disintegrated and the plastic hurts my ears...
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
... the Meghan or the Moa?
Well historically the Moa. But I sure didn't know that as a kid. I was 4, my older brothers 6 and they were obsessed with Dinosaurs. So I was looking through a book and apparently I picked the Moa out. I named myself Moa. It was easier to spell, only 3 letters to my 6.
My one brother drew me a picture of a Moa and my mom wrote the name on it. It hung on my bedroom wall my whole life. Now it is finally framed and hangs over my desk at home. Though at that tender age of 4, I had chosen my name, and now I stand by it.
Some days are good for stories.