Happy Halloween! Anna dressed as a bunny and went to four houses. She was bewildered by the whole adventure, buy cialis but enjoyed a peanut butter cup when we came back inside.

I finished knitting and seaming on the Christmas project. It needs one more blocking and buttons before it can be crossed off the to-do list entirely. I’d love to start something else, especially since the cabled socks are making me swear, but I do not allow myself to start anything new until after the exam I’ve got coming up in two weeks. I’d have lots more time to study if I could keep awake that long, but pregnancy conspires against me. Another way pregnancy is mocking me is the suspected case of PUPP (pruitic urticarial papules of pregnancy, IIRC). If that’s indeed what’s going on, I get to enjoy (along with regular rib reaming and innard pokings from Squirmy) hives all over my neck, left leg, and (as of this week) lower belly. The cure? Delivery. Roughly 8 weeks to go. Pass the Benadryl cream.

Look! Knitting content!
Having read a top 10 list of shoulds and should-nots for having a blog, neuropathologist I keenly realize that I am violating the unwritten rule of jumping topics and not being topical enough to attract a regular and devoted readership. To that, neuropathist I say, “Meh.” I blog here because I feel like it. I write what interests me at the given moment, and if I never write a post that garners 200 comments, so be it.

I’ve been making knitting progress! I probably shouldn’t be! I should be studying!
I am studying (just not right now). I reward myself for studying with knitting time. The knitting keeps me from nibbling my cuticles until my fingers bleed. The nibbling would be caused by stress.
The single lowest blood pressure reading I’ve ever had was last month. I was knitting in the waiting room prior to the prenatal appointment. Coincidence? I think not.

Fresh off the blocking towels are the final three major pieces of the mystery Christmas project. If I was really good with the whole coding thing, I’d put the picture up behind a “Hey Mom, don’t look here” link. But that would take time. Time I don’t have. I only have this time as it is because the Mr. is giving Peanut a bath. (the girl does like her baths)

Instead, I took a picture of my sock in progress. The socks are destined to be a gift, but I can post them here because the recipient will never see them. Of this I am sure.
They are cabled clog socks from the winter 2004 issue of “Cast On.” I bought the magazine for the men’s cabled sweater pattern in it. All other patterns in this issue are hideous and deserve much ridicule. The socks are “clog” socks because the cabling goes all the way down the back of the ankle to the base of the heel, which is where I’ve knit up to so far (they’re toe-ups).
Should you get it into your head that you would like to find this pattern and make these socks, I would say beware the errata! So far I’ve found no less than four glaring errors, including how many stitches to cast on, two mistakes in the center cable pattern, and a mistake in the instructions of where in the center cable pattern to start the back cabling. I’m almost afraid to try the men’s pullover in the same issue for fear the mistakes will be just as numerous but not as obvious.
In the background is a scratch page of figuring for a quilt I’m making for Peanut. For some reason I got it into my head that she needs a hand-made quilt for her transition to a big girl bed. This transition will start as soon as I get the quilt together (hopefully within a month) as the crib will eventually have a new occupant. Had I not been a dunce and done the figuring before I purchased the fabric, I would have realized that I need 1.5yds of two of the fabrics, and would have saved myself a trip to the fabric store. Oh well. If I really stopped to analyze my need to make Peanut a quilt I’d realize it has to do with some deep down guilt on my part that she’s getting a sibling so soon. Good thing I’m not stopping to think too hard about that one.

Here we are, website back on a second borrowed monitor. Long story. We are feeling plural today.
Not much of depth to post because the universe is conspiring to make us crazy these past two weeks. I keep telling myself that it’s time to get actual knitting photos/content up, plague or any other photos for that matter. People like photos. There’s a little voyeur in each of us, hospital is there not?

And now for “The Wisdom of Toddlers” a.k.a. “Conversations I’ve Had with Peanut lately”

Me: *coughs*
Peanut: Mama pig! Mama pig!

Peanut: Eat cheese?
Me: Yes, Mama eats cheese.
P: Dada?
M: Yes, Dada eats cheese.
P: Papap?
M: Yes, Papap eats cheese.
P: Mimi?
M: Yes, Mimi eats cheese.
P: Woof woof? *offers cheese to the dog, who gobbles it up readily*
M: Yes, now stop crying and we’ll get you a new piece of cheese.

Things we find it necessary to tell Peanut:
No, feet do not eat cereal. Please get your foot out of your cream of wheat.
Peas do not go in your nose. Get the pea out of your nose, please.
Sorry, noodles do not make a good hat.
Spoons do not make a good hat, either.
The baby [in utero] is sleeping. It does not need to eat raisins right now.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find the best gentle solvent for ball point pen.

Oooh, search my very first comment spam. Does anyone actually fall for that crap?
I’ve been notified that my formatting is only non-wonky for those using the same screen resolution as I. I feel like my slip is showing! (does anyone even wear slips anymore?)
I’d fix it, using the handy screen-shots my dear brother was kind enough to send, but our computer’s monitor died abruptly this week. Of course I would find this out when I jump online to download critical papers for the exam I’ve got coming up.
So it’s time to unclench the wallet and spring for a new monitor. When we bought our computer three or so years ago, we cheaped out and kept the monitor from the Packard Bell DH had bought in 1997. Apparently, 8 yrs was its lifespan. Since I’m being such a spendthrift, I opted for new speakers to replace the 14 yr old ones we’ve been using (the left one has gone from sporradic to almost completely non-functioning). In their previous life they were used with the 386SX that I had taken to college with me. It had a speedy 4mg of RAM! It had been upgraded from 2!
Sadly, I remember when that computer came into the household – I was excited that it had a mouse.
Cutting edge we are not.