One thing I have always loved about knitting and crafting in general is the idea that if you choose you can do it alone or share it with others. For the most part, my needles meet with me alone in an amber lit room where we generally spend the night together quite comfortably. I feed the needles a healthy diet of cotton and wool and they in return give me lovely wearable items for my family. Nine months ago - to the date - that all changed. No I didn't just give birth to a baby. In fact, my baby is now nine months going on tornado and things couldn't be more interesting...
Making pompoms is no longer a simple thing. It used to be that if need be, I could whip up a few dozen colourful pompoms in an evening no problem. Now it seems, I have a tiny quality control tester who insists that each one be pulled in all directions until the pompom in question has been completely ripped apart. As if I needed him to show me that pompoms are in fact made from hundreds of tiny pieces of wool... that taste nice.
Teething is not only painful for my son. As much as he is the one bearing 99% of the pain as his little rabbit pegs grow through, he is finding great comfort in chewing on wood. For some reason that Scccccrattchhh, sssscratchh, ssssscratch is the only thing as strong as if not more strong that 1.2 mls of baby panadol he is allowed.
The problem here isn't this odd little habit so much as his lack of care for what types of wood he puts in his mouth. Whether it be a brick of pine from daddy's latest project, a baby stacking block from IKEA or you know, mum's rosewood interchangeable knitting needle tips they all work perfectly. Sadly, sizes 6.5mm, 7.0mm and 3.25mm have left this world. One of 3.5mm is still mourning for his partner.
Motherhood has been a beautiful journey, I will agree. I have enjoyed sharing my knitted blankets that wrap around the two of us beautifully. I get great satisfaction that I am teaching my son colours by using balls of wool from finished projects. "Fushia. FUUuuuuuu shhhhe aaaahhh" to which I get a loveable smile and gurgle gurlge. Although I'm convinced his first word will be "muh-ree-no"! I have also been inspired to get to all that organising of my craft tools done as I find that a baby on the floor sucking on scissor handles is not something I am comfortable with. All this isn't to say that we haven't found the transition completely mind boggling and even extremely trying at times. But I have come to accept that I am a maker and well, I made a baby who also shares a love of craft.
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