Back when I was a young mama, and Zachary was born, my cousin/sister, Diane, had a baby, Anya, who was six months old. Once we traveled to Oregon so that my Busha could meet Zachary. This road trip consisted of me, my cousin, Diane, Brooke (9), Shannon (6), Heather (3), Anya (6 months), and Zachary, (6 weeks). Two nursing mamas and lots of kids in a red, Ford Pinto, wagon. Yes, the fact that I thought I was hot in a shiny, new, red Pinto wagon makes me want to thow up. Then there were the suitcases, strollers, cloth diapers on three of the five children...oh my lord. But first, said Pinto broke down before we even picked up the cousins. I remember having it towed to a gas station, leaving it there to wait for my husband to come help me out, and walking along the frontage road with Zak in the front pack and Brooke and Shannon each holding a hand. We were headed to the Motel 6 down the road, to wait, out of the beating sun. I remember so clearly, Shannon age 6, looking at the sign in the distance, asking what "Single room, $6.00" meant. I told her that one person could spend the night there if they paid the people $6.00. We walked on through the roadside dust. About two minutes later Shannon pops up in her rushed, lispy, squeaky, Shannon way,
"You mean, we could stay there for 18 bucks?"
"Yes," I said, "but now we have Zachary, so it would be 24."
"But he doesn't sleep in a bed. Only me and Brooke and you sleep in beds. He kind of does, but he has his basket. So that's only three."
"Just hold my hand and pay attention to the road."
One thing that was very simple mothering after we finally set off for Oregon, was the tandem nursing. Whoever wasn't driving was nursing the babies. Oh how I wish I could dig up some photographs from that trip! That was then.
And this is now. Tandem knitting. Trying to complete two birthday gifts for next weekend. Satchel was born on my ex husband's (Gumpy's) birthday, March 4. So I'm working on a mini-halfdome hat for Satch, to match the one I made for Gumpy.
As well, I am trying to complete one Austermann Step sock for my colleague, whose birthday is March 3. It's a race to the finish line. Here is the sock with the heel flap completed: