I wish there was a teething fairy.....

Wouldn't it be lovely if there was a teething fairy that brought moms wine and chocolate while their little ones were going through misery? I would also appreciate a watch that counts down to when the teeth are actually going to come through.  That has to be my least favorite part.  I don't like seeing the bubbs so uncomfortable but I really don't like that it seems like it is never going to end.  Ever.  So in my effort to preserve what sanity possible I have gone back to being scheduled.  Teething does not control our time, we do.  That is my mantra.  It seems that as long as we've got lots of distraction, I have a happy baby for about an hour from feeding until another nap is needed.  So we've gotten bubbles, we've borrowed a swing, found a good deal on a bouncy exersaucer, and have frozen ice cubes of milk.  If these teeth are not going to come in we are going to pretend that nothing is wrong.  The pretending seems to be working.  Naps are back to normal, happening in the crib and lasting more than 28 seconds.  This is allowing me to actually get things done.  I finished up the custom collage and I have all the machine quilting done.

Now to start the hand quilting and to sew up a couple of pillows that I cut and prepped.  This Sunday marks the last class quilting class.  I am going to be really excited to have that day back but I think that I am going to miss it.  I might have to see what the next class Johanna is teaching...

As always feel free to check out my etsy page.

Teething, Tears and Piecing a Quilt Top

The Bubbs has transformed.  I would like to talk about how it is in such a good way.  How he is trying to crawl but ends up face planting, how he is laughing at sneezes, and how he kicks away like a crazy man in the bath tub.  Instead I will talk about how he transformed into this screaming, inconsolable terror.  Not constantly, but enough for me to want to pull my hair out.  Like all first time moms, I thought, maybe growth spurt.  Then he started pulling the ears.  I was relieved.  RELIEVED! All I could think was if it is an ear infection, I'm pretty sure they give you something to fix that, to make the insanity stop.  To the doctor's we went.  Ears are amazingly clean and uninfected.  This is the part where the tears come in.  Who wants their baby to have an ear infection?  This lady.  Instead I was told by the doctor that it is teething and that it will probably still be weeks before there is any kind of actual tooth.  WEEKS!  I think that tears were warranted.  Teething seems like the worst thing ever and now I feel like it is going to go on forever.  We are living on Tylenol and hope here.

I am still loving the quilting time.  It is a really nice break.  I am a little bit behind where I am supposed to be for class tomorrow but here is a glimpse of the progress.

It is wrinkly and still taped but I am starting to love it.  It will be basted tomorrow and then I have to figure out if I am going to do any hand quilting.  Eventually I am also going to have to decide if it goes on etsy or on my couch.

Speaking of etsy.... I had some sales this week, including a custom collage that I am working on for a nursery.  I love the thought of something that I make making space pretty for someones new little person.  Hopefully the collage gives that mom something she loves to look at when her baby is screaming in the middle of the night getting his little teeth.

sleep deprivation and sewing

I believe that my son studied torture techniques prior to his birth.  He was a champ of a little sleeper as a new born.  I was one of those self-righteous mothers who reports smugly to others, "Oh he is almost sleeping through the night."  I got close six hours in a row before he was a month old.  This was clearly a tactic to lull me into a false sense of comfort. We have had multiple nights recently where he decides to wake up as soon as my head hits the pillow.  I understand why some moms get hospitalized for exhaustion now.  Needless to say my mental clarity and motivation have taken a bit of a hit.  I went to sewing class on Sunday with zero blocks constructed.  I walked out four hours later with four blocks constructed.  Math has never been easy on me and I know that the current haze does not make it easier but I am pretty sure that works out to an hour a block.  I have 21 more of those bad boys that should be done before next Sunday.  I mean, we will just have to see how that works out.

I did get a couple of new fabric collages done.  They are posted to the shop.  I can't stop thinking about Finding Nemo when I look at them.  It is fitting though because I firmly believe that I do need to "just keep swimming."

We also got our family photos back.  I will leave you with this gem.  It is what makes me so ok with getting up a thousand times a night.