knitting, gus gus, and other things.

Remember when I mis-measured my March project? Well I did it again. I was about to cast off and wanted to re-measure just to be sure. We were at my in-laws and it was late and I didn't want to bother my MIL asking for measuring tape so I asked Erik to find a ruler online for me to measure from. We both just assumed it was to scale... but it wasn't. So when I got home and re-measured I discovered that it was, in fact, incorrect and I needed to take it apart again! Curses! So I pulled it apart one last time and I am hoping third times the charm.

Gus Gus slept over a couple nights ago. Gus Gus... what an awful nickname, but I can't help it -- it stuck. It started as variations of Grunty Gus, Grumpy Gus, Fussy Gus. It was inevitable that I would drop the nouns (they are nouns... right?) and Gus Gus is cuter than just Gus. To me at least. I also call him Pukey Pete sometimes, but that's really no better.

I even managed to re-work some of my March Knitting Project while the boy slept on my chest. Man, he smelled yummmy. Puke and all. And it was nice to have some added motivation to sit and knit that silly thing. I get frustrated just looking at it now -- uuugggghhhh!!!

I forgot how nice it is when babies can't move. All he wanted to do was snuggle. And eat. There was plenty of eating as that boy is growing growing growing. He had doubled his weight by two months (putting him in the 12lb range now... he started out itty bitty). Having an infant again also made me realize how nice it is when they grow up a bit can move and feed themselves and sleep through the night. And fetch things for you -- that's also key.

I asked Erik if he was excited to have a baby of his own and he said that yeah he was... in a few years. This is huge progress. He was snuggling with a sleepy and adorable Kaden at the time so it may have been a little unfair to ask in that moment, but I'll take what I can get.

I worked the first shift in my new permanent full time line today. I don't know how much I'll like it. I love being able to say no if I absolutely need a weekend off. I love being flexible. I love working with different people all the time. And I love going to the plastics floor for a break every once in a while. And now I am stuck. I'm not really stuck, but you know... it's just a change.

Well Erik is feeling unwell and he is moaning on the floor in the kitchen so I should probably go tuck him into bed. He has been making up songs while playing guitar lying on the floor. Ridiculous songs about the George Foreman Grill, having blood drawn, feeling sick, buying underpants, aching, eating chocolate cake, and other bizarre things. He even tried to make me sing along with him.  Thanks, but no thanks.

Bonne Nuit!