We’ve survived about two and a half months in Boston, including our first snowfall. It was a little snowfall for this area, but I’m counting it. That amount of snow in Charlotte would’ve shut down the entire city.
No, I’m not kidding about that. An inch of snow in Charlotte results in a rush on grocery stores for bread and milk, because, you know, bread and milk will keep you alive in the event of Snowpocalype.
Considering my absolute dislike of all things cold, you’ll be surprised to hear me say this: it was even kind of pretty.
But enough about this wintery nonsense. Let’s get on to more important things!
I finally finished the baby blanket my friend (and mother of my best friend) Wendi asked me to make. It turned out pretty well, but I admit that it’s not very decorative and girly… and that’s just the way I wanted it. Babies
can be are messy, and every new parent I’ve ever known seems to need durable items to help with baby’s care. So I made the blanket white and kept it fairly simple so the new mom can bleach it when baby spits up (or worse) on it. I’d rather make something she can get real use out of than something that has to be set aside for use in photos. I love the stitch pattern, though:
So, I hope that her friend gets good use out of it.
I’m feeling like a bit of a new parent myself these days. This past weekend, Jose and I drove to West Virginia to pick up a new addition to our little family, Rocco, and his sister, Lola, who’s a Christmas present for his kids!
I confess that I’m smitten with them. They’re entirely too cute for their own good! Just look at these little faces:
And, of course, one of the first things I did was start working on little sweaters for them.
What? It’s cold in Boston, people! Really, really cold – and it’s only December so it’ll get worse.
Sorry for the ends hanging out, y’all. I made Lola’s first and wanted to make sure it fit right – and snapped the picture while she was actually sitting still. They’ve been woven in now and she looks, well, as pretty as a picture in it.
My sister, Kim, told me that Clorox wipes would be my new best friend when we picked up the little cuties from her. She was not lying! I have gone through more paper towels and Clorox wipes than I care to admit. And don’t even get me started on how many times I’ve mopped the kitchen floor.
That Pine-Sol lady can stick it.
I’m definitely learning to do what you can when you best can. Once they’ve run around for an hour and a half and then crash, I mop the floor. When one wakes up, he or she immediately goes outside before the other one wakes up. Carrying two squirming puppies down from the third floor is not easy (nor safe), so I either take them individually or plop them into a basket with the first lapghan I ever made (hideous thing, too… green and white stripes that was relegated to cat carrier usage years ago).
Two seven week old puppies are rambunctious as hell, but they’re such smart little dogs! Rocco is already picking up that he’s supposed to poop outside and whines to let me know he needs to go. Lola is incredibly good about going on the training pads. We still have some trouble with peeing, but that’ll improve with time. Poor Rocco (boy that he is) needs to work on his aim, as he makes the effort to use his puppy pads but most often pees on the corner of it.
Guess what? Puppy pee rolls downhill. Gotta love a kitchen in an old Victorian that isn’t even remotely level. But little puppies have little bladders, right?
And, ultimately, at the end of the day it’s impossible not to fall in love with cuteness like this:
Sorry if the picture quality isn’t all that great… iPhones can only work so many wonders. But that’s my update… see y’all next time around!