Purlewe Knits

Ok, who are they kidding? Who wants it if it can’t be machine washed?* Not dishwasher safe. Are you joking? I don’t have time for this!! Who wants it if it can’t go through the dishwasher?

A few weekends ago was the biannual Multiples Club Sale (multiples as in multiple babies). It is so sweet. We got an amazing amount of stuff for an amazing price. It is so cool too cause I can get the girls matching outfits and pay used prices. (Like their Halloween costumes, they are going to be so cute!) One of major missions this year was toys. Lots of toys for the little babies! Toys we did buy, but then you have to bring them home and clean them, ugh. This is where the washing machine and dishwasher come in. Everything goes in and comes out sparkling. Of course all the labels say do not submerge, why? The stroller I got on craigslist last week, do not machine wash, why? You’ve got to know I stripped off that cover and threw it in the washer. Came out spic and span. We got it put together again and it looks great. I love my washer! One warning for the toys that have little beads in them, apparently they aren’t water tight. All the more reason, I say to put them through the dishwasher, don’t want those germies getting my babies. But anyway, they will need to dry out a bit after washing, especially the ones with lots of beads. Oops! Don’t you know that was Hubby’s favorite.

*This blog REALLY being about knitting and spinning I have to make the exception for hand made items.

It is SO true that you don’t know what you’ve got until it is gone. At least for me it is.
That awesome job that I had just out of grad school … totally should have stayed there and had the man that is now Hubby come to me.
This amazing place that I’m visiting now, I never appreciated it when I lived here, it is just so freaking beautiful and peaceful.
All that time I have prior to about 4 months ago to knit and spin.
My Grandpa. Holy heck do I miss that man. I wish I had told him I loved him and few more times. I wish I had visited more when he was sick. I wish he could meet my girls. He would so adore them.
Dual income, enough said?
Hubby. He had to head home early. I miss him so freaking much. I can’t even begin to express how much I miss him, how dependent I have become on him, and how much I love him. He is a physical and emotional pillar of strength for me. He is so awesome with our girls and he does so much to help and support me. I never thought I would ever love someone this much. We miss you Hubby/Daddy!

No matter what your belief system at some point in your life you go through both.

Today was shot day at our house. All four of the kids got some, the human and the hairy. So I’m on vaccine reaction watch this afternoon. Kory, the biggest, hairiest of the babies has had a horrid reaction to a vaccine. It has awful. Little did I know, I now know because Hubby took them to a new vet today and she told him, that if your pet has a horrid reaction it can be exempt from future vaccinations. Humm, good to know, specially since Kory’s was life threatening.

We are doing what we can to prevent a reaction in the babies. We are doing a modified vaccine schedule, we are using a Dr Sears schedule. If it was up to me we probably wouldn’t vaccinate, but Hubby doesn’t agree so we’ve found a compromise with Dr Sears. Vaccines and allergic reactions just plain scare me. I’m freaking allergic to EVERYTHING and I had a severe reaction to my last MMR. I know the girls could have gotten my crappy immune system genes, so I feel the need to be extra cautions, in that case though the vaccines are important too. Who really knows the best answer? All the literature is biased either way, you just have to educate, make a decision, go with it, and hope to whoever that you made the right decision.

Diapers is a much happier topic. Apparently I’m not the only cloth diapering mama that is proud of her diapers. My SIL and I had a discussion last week or so on how beautiful our sunned diapers look and how soft an absorbent they are because we use good detergent.

They are a thing of beauty hanging on the line! Don’t you think?!? 

Here’s a picture of those quick clips I was just going to whip up.

Little did I know that once you have twins you no longer just whip anything up. These are pretty much done now though. I need to put the elephant’s face on and sew on the pacifier closure. Much to my surprise I don’t appear to own a hand sewing needle. You know, the kind you sew buttons on with. So I need to get one of those before I can finish up.

Now about the garden. Apparently we have seriously pissed off one of our neighbors. It is the only explanation I can find, because we got a notice from the city this week about having weeds that are too tall in our garden. Ok, seriously, it is a garden. I’ve never seen one that didn’t have weeds. We have twins, you know this. They were born in June, you really think I’ve had time to garden since June? How the heck are my weeds hurting you? Why the heck did you have to get the city involved? Why can’t you just ask nicely if you are that offended by my weeds?

About the twins … well, I’m one of those super paranoid mamas. I’ve wanted to keep them off the blog for several reasons. One of these reasons, and not one of the paranoid ones, is that this was supposed to be a knitting blog not a baby blog. I can’t really do that anymore though. The girls are what I do 95% of the time now. So to blog I must talk baby. There you go. Maybe someday I talk more about their birth and the early months. We’ll see.

I had one this evening, on way to the grocery store.

For once I was on my own. I had the radio up and the windows down. I even caught some young dude looking. I couldn’t help but think, I feel young, free, and attractive! WhooHoo! Guess how long it has been!

Then came the moment. I really am all of those things.

I am young. I can still do new things, my life isn’t set into stone. I still have many years to go. I am free. I no longer have the drudgery of corporate america breathing down my neck. I am free to raise my beautiful daughters any way I want. I can teach them the important things and leave out all the crap that society thinks is important. I am free to grow weeds in my garden!! (more on this tomorrow) I am free to write a blog and change it as I see fit, here comes the changes! I am attractive. Sure I have the wrinkles developing, no cream will stop these puppies, the few extra pounds to loose, but who doesn’t (and I just did have twins), but it isn’t really these things that are important. I can confidently say that I am attractive, that’s the essence of me. I have my moments, I’ll admit it, but hell, who doesn’t.

I am all of these things, everyday. I need to remember it and live it.

Here’s to living it!