My idea was simple: to make a baby blanket, shorter than crib-sized, that was also a play mat. I thought of all the things that engaged J bugs through different stages. In the beginning, it was strong black and white contrasts, then finer contrasts, then colors and textures (I incorporated ribbons, corduroy and embroidery floss ties). Also, I wanted simple blocks because I needed to be able to finish the damn thing before this baby learns to crawl. (Obviously.) Ultimately, it is a blanket and the woman whose child will be the recipient is very pro-natural fibers, so I didn't want to get all crazy with crinkly paper or plastic eyeball buttons.
(^Sorry about the out-of-focus photos; we were kind of in a hurry: J bug was about to leap off our front porch.^)
I adopted my step-mom's signature quilting style: 3 different colors of thread in 3 wavy lines (who wants to sew straight when you can sew crooked?) along each block.
Or, a baby yoga mat.
I may have been sewing by night, but we've been crafty by day as well. Juniper received her first set of beeswax crayon blocks, perfect for a little scribbling and a lot of chewing.
Meanwhile, I made playdough. Although I don't have my mom's old recipe, I found one through a blog who found it on the internet which I then tweaked, but just a tad.
1 cup white flour
1/4 cup salt
2 tsps cream of tartar
1 cup water
1 tbsp vegetable oil
1/2 to 2 tsps food coloring (my green is 2 tsps, purple is 1 and orange is 1/2)
Combine dry ingredients in a sauce pan, add wet ingredients, cook on medium-low and stir until dough forms a ball. Lightly kneed with a smidgeon of flour, store in air-tight container.
(Apparently, you can use Kool-Aid powder instead of food coloring, but I haven't tried it; I didn't want Juniper to confuse playdough with some sweet, edible, fruity treat. Maybe next time.)
:: The fact of Obama's State of the Union Address reminded me of this time last year, when I took my first step into the blogging world. My original intent was to lay stake claims on a small corner of the internet where our far-flung family and friends could take a peek into our lives without me flooding their inbox. And for the most part, that's what Clove's little Corner is all about. But I've also come to realize this blog is MY corner. It's my space where every week or so I shuffle through photos and thoughts and moments, pull out the parts I want to remember, or the parts that are hard, and string it together. Sometimes I end up posting a necklace of mother-of pearl, and sometimes a child's lopsided string of plastic beads. Nonetheless, this blog rests in the back of my mind all week, reminding me to pay attention, to be present to my life with my family--and for that, I am appreciative.
:: Juniper had her fifteen-month check up at the vet's this week. (Ha. Pediatrician. You knew what I meant.) She continues to be tall (32"--83%), stout (24 lbs 6 oz--75%) and level-headed (50%). Also, she talks. We knew that, but thought it was normal. Turns out, your average 15-month-old has 5 words. We've stopped counting after twenty or thirty. Maybe she'll grow up to be a great orator, the second female President of the United States (because by then, we'll surely have had one, right? Sorry--didn't mean to jinx our country...NOT PALIN), and with her words of inspiration she'll bring about world peace, end poverty and hunger, save the last of our earth's untrammeled lands, and make truly sustainable living a reality. That may be a tall order, but not for a 15-month-old with over thirty words. And a molar. Off the top of my head:
eyes :: ice
giraffe :: raff
bath :: basth
bike :: bi
horse :: os
water :: labla and my personal favorite,
belly button :: baaay-buh
Have a great week. It may be my blog, but your e-mails and casual comments fuel my fire. Thanks for reading, we adore you.