Friday, January 09, 2009

Attention To Detail.

This trip to visit my in-laws has been different to trips of the past. Alaskaboy and I made a conscious effort to treat our vacation as what it was; time spent with family. Previous years we've enjoyed sight-seeing and taking day trips, this time we simply wanted to wind down and enjoy the company of our relatives. So we have.

Reacquainting ourselves with our nieces is always partly nerve wracking as they're a little shy around us. Understandable since we don't see them very often, but funnily enough, this year Alaskaboy has been their absolute delight. Often he's the one who's a little stiff and/or standoffish, only because he's unsure when dealing with little ones due to lack of experience. This year he was much more relaxed, it was me that was holding myself a little removed this time around. Most of the reasons came back around to the fact of my pregnancy: I didn't feel comfortable hoisting them around in the rough and tumble games we usually play; I was tireder and grumpier more often; Alaskagirl and I were sorting baby clothes while Alaskaboy kept the girls occupied etc etc.

And typing that paragraph out I've realised in the past I probably was having so much fun with them that Alaskaboy hardly got a look in: Important lesson learned for in the future, both with DuoLoq and Browneyedgirl, and our own kids. Let them have our individual attention once in awhile.

We've enjoyed cooking and eating, as we always do. Surprisingly, with the amount of holiday fare we've eaten, neither of us have put on any weight. Guess our eating is now completely intuitive for both of us. I am pretty sure I shocked my mother-in-law with how often I was eating and with the occasional sip I had from each new kind of wine Alaskaboy tried. (She doesn't like the taste of alcohol and is completely against any alcoholic drinking at all while pregnant.) I wish I could have had more of my brother-in-law's home made mead and ginger beer, but I only had the little sips. Doctor says it's okay to have the occasional drink, however I must admit I really only wanted those sips. (Literally sips, not sips as in a small glass.) Just enough to get the flavour on my taste buds, to savour each sip and then I was satisfied. With that, plus finding all of the organic foods I needed to eat and substitutes for dishes that I couldn't, my fear of feeling deprived melted away faster than powdery snow on a hot windshield. (Which the pregnancy Don'ts plus my allergy Don'ts combined had me very fearful about being deprived.)

I've been very grateful for our welcome gift of Get-A-Grip Ice Walkers. Well, I've been grateful for Alaskaboy's pair. He is used to walking on ice, so let me have his when my pair turned out to be far too small. Such little spikes, but they sure made the difference keeping me and Junior upright. Will have to make sure we get some for my parents and family friend when they come on our next trip.

Another thing I was extremely grateful for was pants. So grateful in fact that when we found them in the store I threw my hands up in triumph and gave such an exultant yell that the whole store heard me, "Pants! They have pants! And they're in MY size!" From the Motherhood Maternity salesgirl's response, I gathered she hears something along those lines quite often. LOL But yes, they did have one pair in my size in a style that suited me well. They had another in a size that fit me perfectly right now, but there was no room for my baby bump to grow, so sadly they went back on the shelf. But PANTS! I have a pair of pants! And now that I know my size, I can shop online. PPPFFFTTHHTTFFFFF to all my local stores who don't carry any plus size maternity clothes! My exuberance at finding the mother lode (sorry, couldn't help the pun) was due to finding even less maternity wear out here than I had found back home. Some department stores didn't even have a maternity section AT ALL! Surely the market can't be THAT small? Has the minor detail that there's always pregnant women around escaped their notice?

Something that I wish would escape my attention/notice is a sound that keeps replaying in my head. It happened nearly a week ago, but I keep hearing the awful hollow thud that DuoLoq's nose made when it hit the wooden floorboards after she misjudged her jump off the couch. . .right in the middle of book club. Poor little thing had to go back to the first day of school with a bruised nose, and it's now flowering into quite a good bruise, but no black eyes. :) I'd feared a smashed nose or cheekbone from that horrific thud. Thankfully, the noise was mostly the floorboards and she suffered no broken bones.

I also avoided any broken bones for me and DuoLoq at one point. One particular night, DuoLoq wanted to be my leaning post to help me down the front steps. I nearly gave in when I saw how disappointed she was at being unable to help me and Baby Cousin out to the car. Baby Cousin, as she's nicknamed bubba, is also featuring large in her world at the moment. It makes sense since she's old enough to truly understand the concept of pregnancy this time around, unlike when her sister was born three years ago. And of course, being a cousin, s/he's no rival for Mama and Papa's affections. ;) It was awfully cute when Dad-in-law had to step on the brakes a little harder than usual on the way out to dinner one night and she yelled from the back seat, "Don't hurt my Baby Cousin!"

Wait, where was I? Sorry, got sidetracked there. This particular night I saw that the steps looked clear and almost gave in to let her help me out to the car. (In fact..it was the journey out to the car for the same trip in which the hard braking occurred.) But then I had to explain to her that if I fell, I could end up hurting myself, her and Baby Cousin all at once. And I'm so glad that I did, because if I hadn't had hold of Dad's arm and the stair rail, I would have gone Arse Over Baby Bump. A fine mist had fallen since we'd arrived and had frozen into a very thin, very see through and VERY slick sheet of ice on the steps. I put my coat down on the front step sat on it and got my Get-A-Grips on as fast as Dad could put them on with DuoLoq's "help".

The detail that most of them had noticed, having grown up with snowy winters, and I had failed to understand the significance of was the moist step. To me it looked like there was just moisture on it. But moisture plus sub-freezing temps equals ice! Sometimes it's the little details that get ya. The other contributing factors were pregnancy brain...and heading out to eat. Moisture on step = bah! Possibly overcrowded restaurant leading to extended waiting = get out to car as fast as possible, ignoring the Get-A-Grips. Won't make THAT mistake ever again!

Another mistake I won't make is assuming I can learn on the same size yarn/cotton as my mother-in-law did years ago. I had been taught several years ago by a friend to crochet, but due to lack of practice the few lessons we managed over a five day vacation didn't stick. Having prior experience I assumed I'd be fine to re-learn on the size 10 crochet thread and a number 3 hook. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

(To be fair to me it didn't help that Mom teaches in the exact same way Alaskaboy does..uses the terms without actually explaining which bits they're referring to! AIYEEEE!)

I made a hopeless tangle of the thread...and Alaskaboy, the shithead, who'd never picked up a crochet hook in his life did just fine after a few false starts. He really is his mother's son in so many ways, but particularly in his attention to detail and cleaning abilities. I switched up to a larger wool and hook, but the wool/yarn kept separating. I finally settled on a worsted weight yarn/wool and a size H hook.

Just to show you the difference in size that we were able to learn with here's an example of our work:



That explains SO much! I may have better vision than him but in many ways he sees micro details and I see macro. LOL

1 Nibbles:

Alaskagirl said...

On maternity clothes:

Yes, Kada, the NEW maternity wear market in this area, can be THAT small. Maternity clothes are passed around here as much or more than baby clothes, but without grandparents and showers to boost the market for "new." A couple of my co-workers passed the same maternity wardrobe back and forth as their children arrived, and much of my wardrobe was borrowed and returned.

So while there are always pregnant women around, they don't necessarily buy much new.