Letter of the Day

Today comes to you sponsored by the letter P. It started off innocently enough, with a trip to the Park. We joined our little friends and their mommies at a very nice little park on the hill by the Lake Harriet bandstand and had a fine morning of playing and snacking and chatting, as usual.

After the park, we headed over to the post office and dropped of the packages and parcels I talked about yesterday.

We move on to a call from the Photographer, who called up to make an appointment for us to come Pick out our Pictures - next week. I'm very excited about this.

Once home, Sophie made a giant poop, so giant in fact, that it caused outfit changes for both her and me. I thought up this letter-of-the-day theme while I was wiping her tiny little bum.

Julie decided she wanted to wear underwear again this afternoon, so I let her. I know you can see this one coming. She did pretty well, except she still hasn't actually peed in the potty - at all - ever - despite many minutes spent sitting on it. She did, however, pee all over the living room floor and Sophie's play mat. Cleaning that up ate almost all of the 20 minutes that Sophie spent actually sleeping in her crib today.

P is also for pinching and poking. Sophie has made it her goal in life to cover my arms, neck and breasts with tiny little bruises. It used to be just the backs of my arms. When I try to gently dissuade her from this activity, she screams at me as if I am ripping her limb from limb.

P is for pumping, too. As in, trying to stock the freezer with enough milk so I can safely leave the girls behind with Joe and go to Eau Claire to see Stephanie for a day. I make plenty of milk for Sophie - she's growing like a weed - but pumping can be very frustrating for me. I can sit here for half an hour staring at the cutest baby pictures in the world with the darn thing on the highest setting and still end up with only two ounces. Which is why I am working on my stockpile now. If it takes pumping two ounces every day for a month, by golly that's what I will do.

Okay, that's as far as my P theme takes us. Now let's look at some pictures. Oooh! Another P after all.

I don't know how this happened. Somehow, I have magically accumulated the supplies necessary to have a go at my own self-striping yarn. I think in a sleep-deprived fugue I somehow thought that buying the supplies for this project would somehow magically buy me the time necessary to *do* the project too. Never mind all that newly-acquired beautiful sock yarn sitting on the bookshelf staring me in the face right now. It'll all get knit. It's just a matter of time.



I did get one skein wound into a giant skein of the right proportions for stripes. I cheated a bit, and just took one repeat worth of the sock yarn I'm currently using for Julie's pants, tied it around a couple of chairs, and measured the spacing using its color changes. I figure it will be close enough. Our living room is barely big enough for this project, and I had to navigate around the many toys scattered across the floor.



Here are Julie and Joe eating pho (hey, another P!) at one of our favorite restaurants. It is a little dive with horrible decor, but the service is great, the prices are dirt cheap, and the food is awesome. This was taken Saturday night, and it's taken me this long to get around to posting it.



This crazy spider has been hanging out by the side of our house. It's pretty scary looking, huh? I tried to show it to Julie, but she wasn't very interested.



I'm off to spend some quality time with the blankie. I've been weaving in ends for the last day or so, and I think maybe I can get caught up with them tonight if Sophie decides to keep sleeping long enough.