Awake

Published on Tuesday July 10th, 2012

This series is from the same day as the snail romper pictures, taken when Jolyon was twelve days old. I like the challenge of capturing these fleeting infant looks and gestures; like the squeaky barnyard noises he makes as he struggles up from slumber, they’ll be gone in a few weeks as he gains control of his muscles. The expressions he makes by his own effort will be more charming, but right now I love the way they shift like clouds before a raveling wind.

The Statesman

Astonishment

Inquiry

And, currently, Hunger. It’s back to Job Number One for this mama, downloading calories into an eager little being. Knitting content coming soon, I swear…

And now for something completely different

Published on Friday July 6th, 2012

My giant baby boy is growing so fast I suspect we could capture the change with a few hours’ time-lapse photography: two inches longer, two centimeters more massive around the noggin, and already up to ten pounds. He can drink himself full to bursting in just a few minutes, then push himself up off my chest to execute a U-turn back to the taps when I make him pause for a breather, so I shouldn’t have been surprised to learn just how much bigger he’d gotten. The ways in which one baby is not like another astound me daily. My firstborn took about two months to reach this size.┬áHere, by way of illustration, is my Tour de France 2010 project on Ada when she was almost six weeks old:

… and here it is on Jolly three days ago:

For this year’s Tour I’m mostly working on a Mitered Crosses blanket that I’ve told my parents will be ready by the time they move into the house they’re building. (Happily for me my parents are craftsmen who like to get all the details just so and they aren’t in a tearing hurry to leave their current house.) But I think I might be better employed in knitting a series of ever-larger hats to keep up with this strapping laddie of mine.

(Lovely blanket courtesy of my sweet neighbor Barb, for whom I made the quilt!)

Jolyon himself can clearly think of a higher purpose for Mama’s arms than either knitting or photography. But just now he’s sound asleep beside me and I think my eyelids might stay open for just a few rows. Tomorrow my beloved bike race heads into the mountains. I think I’ll celebrate with a 16″ circular, some stash wool, and a nice stretchy ribbing. Isn’t there a saying about variety being the spice of life? True of knitting and of offspring, I reckon.


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