Average Adulting: A Review

Oh hello, it’s been a bit since I’ve popped in. Things have gotten busy. Both Bailey and I seem to have overlapping busy seasons, so….

It happens.

I should have expected it. I’ve always seen adults as I was growing up who were busy. They seemed stressed. They had a lot to do and never enough time to do it.

I never thought about how that would apply to me when I reached their age. Perhaps I just thought they had poor time management skills. Or it just didn’t sink in that I would be in a similar situation one day.

But here we are.

Sometimes I review how things are going for me as an adult/parent. All in all, I do ok. I put in a solid effort. Like I said, ok. So I thought I’d share my most recent observations on Amy as an adult. Here they are with no logical structure whatsoever:

1.       I have become a playground expert because we do not want to spend money on things when my child has the attention span of a goldfish some days. We once visited four playgrounds in one day. FOUR. There are probably 20 in the area that we’ve been to over the last year. And believe it or not, strategy is involved. Ask me about the importance of slides draining properly when it’s 6:30am and your kid wants to take a walk to the playground and everything is still covered in morning dew.

Slide fail. He still has no fear. One of the many reasons i love him.

2.       Weekday wine doesn’t have to be for something special. It can just be to congratulate yourself for surviving the day.

3.       I’m turning into my mother. Furthermore, I’m turning into my mother and I’m not particularly upset about it. The jury is still out how my husband feels about this recent development, but he and my mom get along well, so that’s a positive sign.

4.       Potty training hasn’t even truly started but I can already tell it’s going to scar all parties involved for life. We’re considering the “weekend from hell” method. We’re scheduling time to clean our carpets the following weekend.

5.       I hate cooking. Like really hate it. I’m lucky it’s 2019, because I’m pretty sure 60 years ago this would have kept me from ever finding anyone to consider me a desirable mate. As a side note, this is one way I am not like my mother.

6.       Having a vitamin D deficiency can really mess a person up. I now take a daily vitamin D supplement on top of a multi and am researching vitamin D light boxes for next winter. Seriously, guys. I can look back now and recognize the slow descent into feeling bad with no seemingly logical explanation for months. Takes just as long to climb out of it. Take your vitamins.

7.       I get daily reports from daycare about my kid and so I also get daily feelings of envy as I review my child’s nap report.

8.       Aimless lego stacking has become an important part of my work on my mental well-being. Crochet is clearly my primary method of destressing, but legos are a close second that have the double benefit of being an activity I can share with my child.

So there you have it. Some wisdom (or perhaps just a “heads up”?) you didn’t ask for.

Thank goodness for crochet, wine and legos, amiright?

-Amy

Wrinkles

I have wrinkles. 

Not a lot, but enough to be noticeable. Small ones. Mostly around the eyes. They’re starting to intersect each other. Like the road map of a city that has started to expand and grow its own suburbs. 

Wrinkles and the garter stitch- slow and steady. Their progress sneaks up on you…

It’s possible they came from my job, which is an endless cycle of massive deadlines. Just as I’m about to get through a particularly brutal one, another one pops up for the next week. Rinse and repeat. 

It’s possible they came from my husband. By marrying him, I’ve set myself up for an entire lifetime of heckling about my driving and the constant annoyance of dishes piling in the sink. 

It’s possible they came from my son, who has meltdowns over things like his piece of toast tearing into two pieces and me not being able to magically fuse it back together even if IT STILL TASTES THE SAME AND THE END GOAL IS TO EAT IT ALL SO IT WON’T EVEN MATTER.

Sorry guys. Lost myself for a second. We get really passionate about toast around these parts. 

Our issues with toast may be directly related to my coffee consumption. #serenitynow

Anyway, it doesn’t really matter. And since I haven’t quite come around to the idea of botox, the wrinkles are seemingly here to stay. 

So instead I have to find a way to embrace them. Perhaps connect good things that come from the decades of stress. 

With each work deadline comes a sense of accomplishment after I’m done. The wrinkles also represent the promotions I’ve received from hard work and dedication to a company I love. 

I’m now basically too anxious to drive with anyone ever because of the endless jabs, but I also have had 7 years of support and love and a few thank yous for when I decide enough is enough and load the dishwasher myself. 😏

And sure, there are terrible two meltdowns on the regular, but I’ve also got a toddler who grabs my wrinkly face and plants kisses on it *almost* daily (he was really upset with me over the toast thing). 

So yeah. My wrinkles are what they are. I guess I’ll own up to them and accept them as a fact of  life. Same as my upcoming, inevitable dive into the mid-30’s scene happening this summer. 

Or…

Or I’ll continue to assault them with every single serum and treatment I can get my hands on at Sephora for the rest of my life. 

Yeah, I’ll probably do that. 

– Amy 

Meet the Maker: Amy

Hey everyone! 

So it seems we’ve gotten a few more followers since we started Cozy Knitty Things! Welcome! And with that, why not tell you a little more about ourselves?

My name is Amy and I live with my family (the hubs, the kid, the dog) in the Chicagoland area. Suburbia, if you will. I’ve known how to knit since I was a kid, and learned how to crochet when my partner in crime, Bailey, basically bullied me into it. (Ok, fine, I wasn’t bullied, but she harassed me regularly about converting to crochet. I caved and she was right… it’s better.) We started CKT last fall after we had both been thinking about doing something like this on our own, and the rest is history! 

Fun fact: it seems once I became a mom or turned 30 (not sure which), all solo pictures of me ceased to exist. This is me laughing and hanging on to my mom…

Anyway, that’s why I’m here, but here are just some fun facts about me: 

1. I’ve lived in Chicago for over 10 years now. Sometimes my husband and I wonder what it would be like to live elsewhere (we play the “would we live here?” game on vacations), but I doubt that will ever happen. We love Chicago and have roots here. It’s home.

2. I was a crazy runner at one point. I’ve completed 8 half marathons, and would like to increase that number to 10, but it’s not a focus right now. Staying healthy is, obviously, but I’ve taken a much more laid back approach as of late and am kind of enjoying it. 

3. Traveling is something I wish we did more of as family. The most recent vacation my husband and I took was to Iceland and it was one of the most amazing places I’ve ever been. I tell people you could probably go 20 times and have a different experience each time.  

Doing crazy things in Iceland… we hiked almost every day of our trip!

4. Being a good plant mom is a big goal of mine. Alas, plants just don’t love me at all. It’s still very sad to think about the day I finally gave up on the ficus tree I bought a couple of years ago. But if I can’t keep a succulent alive, the idea of keeping a ficus tree alive was just silly. 

5. I belong to two book clubs. It’s nerdy, but I’ve read quite a few wonderful books that I would have never discovered on my own, and have met a bunch of cool people along the way. And drank a lot of wine. Because that’s what book club should be about. 

6. When it comes to yarn, one goal of mine is to start writing patterns. Blankets, specifically. I just haven’t taken that leap yet, even though I play with new stitches and combinations all the time. #oneday

When your kid can no longer be trusted around the glass coffee table, you put it in storage and make life work without one.

So that was a little glimpse in my life, hopefully explaining some of the crazy that goes into my posts…. Nice to meet you and I look forward to hearing from you!

-Amy

When things go to crap

When you’re pregnant, people joke about how your life will be filled with lots of baby poop. But as a person ignorant to being a parent up to that point, you think they’re kidding.

They’re not.

We definitely had our share of poop explosions. Often at the worst possible time and almost always in one of the cuter outfits he owns.

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You know what’s also crappy? Having to undo over half a scarf because you ran out of yarn. It’s perfectly acceptable to buy more yarn if you wanted to go that route, however, the whole point of the scarf was to get rid of some of the stash I don’t really have other uses for. So buying more would have defeated the point…)

But a couple of weeks ago was just oh so special.

My little guy has check-ups with a kidney specialist every six months for a mild case of hydronephrosis (it’s less scary than the name sounds). Not a big deal, I promise.

It consists of an ultrasound, urine analysis, and a quick check in with the doctor.

The ultrasound takes approximately the same amount of time as 4 rounds of baby shark, in case you were wondering.

We then go through the waiting room gauntlet until a nurse comes to attach the urine bag. He’s not particularly fond of the tables one lays on in the doctor’s office, but two more rounds of baby shark made it ok.

After the bag was in place, I had that child drinking liquids like nobody’s business. We were going to get a urine sample come hell or high water.

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Starting completely over, I found a completely different skein of yarn. Things seemed to be going well. Patience and persistence is always a virtue, right?

Until he pooped. I knew he did it. In a small room like that, and at his age, it’s not hard to know exactly when it happens.

But the issue came when it was time to change his diaper and check the urine bag. It was not a “clean” poop is the best way I can describe it without getting into super detail.

Henry already hated laying on the table. So he was twisting even before I opened the diaper.

Poop in every crevice. Poop covering the urine bag. Poop on Henry’s hand after he grabbed at it, spilling it’s contents in the process. He kicked and wriggled until he had flipped over, spreading the poop issue to his stomach.We flipped him over again (spreading it further up his back), this time met with kicks. His socks getting into the poop that had found its way onto the table. Poop started to be kicked into the air. POOP FLYING THROUGH THE AIR.

I continued to furiously pull baby wipes and just trying to clean up as much as possible when some landed on my cheek. The wipes eventually ran out, which is when the doctor called into the hallway for back up.

Henry wiped his poopy hand in his hair and on his face. He tried to grab for me and screamed even harder when I wouldn’t let him (oh did I not already mention he was screaming this whole time?). Finally, we were able to get my naked, poop covered child to calm down and stand on the floor as I wiped him from head to toe in wet paper towels.

It all lasted about 10 minutes from start to finish. The doctor plainly said it was one of the worst diaper changing incidents he had witness in quite some time.

We excel at making our doctor’s appointments memorable.

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And crap! I ran out of yarn AGAIN. This time I’m not sweating it… I love this particular yarn and have no issue buying more. So we shall wait again… can’t wait to get this scarf done next May…?

So to all the new parents out there, when you think it’s gross when you get poop on your hand for the first time, or under your fingernails, just you wait.

The worst is yet to come

And as a tip, if the option for both parents to be present at a doctor’s appointment is available, always take it.

-Amy