Last night I dreamt I gave birth to a baby boy. Well, the whole giving-birth part happened conviniently off-stage, but there he was- with dark curly hair and angelic demeanor. I felt a bit bad about giving my father the news- he is really hoping for a granddaughter. So I named the baby John, after him.
Of course names have been on our minds a lot these days. Mr. Frick and I have very different approaches to naming- so much so that there's a rule in our house that I name babies and he names pets and inanimate objects. Thus we have a prairie dog puppet named Ernestina, a stuffed monkey named Fraulein Bitterbaum, and the fridge is the "ovenmerator" and the oven is the "fridgemerator." You can see why I fear for the children, no? Actually, the deal with children is that I make a list of my favorite names and he chooses the name from the list. This is actually how his parents chose his name, and we still have the scrap of paper with the list his mother wrote.
Speaking of names, I know some of you are wondering if I ever did figure out the name of my sister's baby boy, due in late April. Indeed I did. I will say her clues were misleading. Yes, the name is one you might see in the news...during the Winter Olympics. And yes, there is a landmark with this name...but you have to be up on your Cape Hatteras lighthouses. Any guesses?
I do seem to be coming out of the first trimester haze. For the past couple of nights I've been able to stay up past 8:00, which has allowed me to make some progress on the Chevron Scarf. (Not that I've been able to stomach dinner yet, though. My so-named "morning sickness" is hemispherically challenged.) It's funny that this project caught my attention around the time knitting slowed to a crawl. It's not for the baby. It's not quick and easy. I think it's the thrill of the colors that drew me to it. Plus, as every pregnant lady knows, lovely bright accessories draw the eye away from your bulging belly toward your glowing face, right? Or is this the Big Bow fallacy all over again?
And speaking of names: a word to Joelle. This scarf is from the "More Than 24-Hour Gifts" section of Last Minute Knitted Gifts. Joelle, here are some things that are also More Than 24-Hour: The gestation period of an elephant. The Presidency of George W. Bush. The stomach bug currently circulating amongst all my friends and family. Do you see the range there, Joelle? It's a mighty large one. I realize you had a few patterns you wanted to include in your book that really didn't fit the "Last-Minute" theme. I understand the temptation to group a whole mess of things together even if you can't really find the umbrella they all fit under. (Yes, loyal readers, I do.) Still- "More Than 24-Hour"? Give a knitter a break.