Friday, July 17, 2009
Boston Reunion
Masha and I just got back from Boston from our Patzloff family reunion (mom's side of the family). We get together every three years and unfortunately I've missed the last one. But this was a great time and we really enjoyed it. Can't wait for the next one!!!!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Soaker-mania
I LOVE knitting soakers and longies. They take no time to knit, use up odd balls of yarn in my stash, and are just so darn cute! Stay tuned for more. (I think this might be what they call "nesting.")
Thursday, July 9, 2009
July 4th!!!
Masha and I hit up the Fairfax City Fourth of July parade this year. And there was plenty to see.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
More duds
Yesterday I finished Figlet's first soaker (to go over cloth diapers). The cloth-diapering ladies on Ravelry rave about wool's ability to repel moisture and its natural hygienic properties. So I'm going to give it a go. I had wanted to embroider something on the back of this soaker, but decided not to overestimate my talents, especially given that the baby will probably only fit into this thing for a few weeks. I've been thinking a lot about Babuskha, though. She embroidered beautifully. If only I'd had the foresight to learn it from her while she was still alive!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Figlet's new duds
I have admittedly been slow on the knitting - first trimester morning sickness was killer, and the motion of knitting actually made it worse. But since then, I've eked out a few little cardigans for Figlet. He/she is going to be one well dressed kid, no?
Monday, June 8, 2009
The scoop
Moscow, baby! Not clear exactly when, but not until February 2010 at the earliest. We're very excited!
T-minus eight hours ...
... until we find out where we are going to be posted next. Jeremy's A-100 class has its "Flag Day" today. I just want to note, for posterity's sake, that I had a dream last week that we were going to Honduras. Just in case it turns out that I have psychic powers. We'll know this afternoon! Stay tuned ...
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The death of chivalry
It's not like it's a new thing; I think chivalry's obituary was probably published in the New York times a few decades ago. But now that I am obviously pregnant, and don't just look fat, I have been noticing it more. Particularly on the Metro, which I ride every morning and afternoon, Monday through Friday. I have been offered a seat exactly twice - and once by someone I knew. Both times the offerers were women, and both times they were seated near young, seemingly able-bodied men who clearly saw me, but made no attempt to get up.
I don't think that the duty to give up your seat to the elderly, disabled or pregnant falls only to men, but I do think it astounding that the offerers seem to be exclusively women. (I've confirmed this with women friends who have ridden the Metro while pregnant). Shame on you, baseball-hatted-i-Pod-listening-boxers-showing guy! And shame on you, too, graying-templed-suit-wearing-reading-the-Wall-Street-Journal guy!
The Washington Post had an article about this a couple of weeks ago. You can read it here, but if you don't want to bother, the gist is that no one on the DC Metro gives up their seats anymore. They interviewed a blind woman who gets on the train with her seeing-eye dog, and often sits on the floor. Sometimes there are empty seats, but even then, no one will tell her where they are. It's outrageous.
And then I think back to my own behavior. Last fall, I was standing in a crowded Metro car, and there was a very obviously pregnant woman standing near me. Of course, no one offered their seat. I considered asking someone to do it. But I didn't. I didn't want to embarrass her by causing a scene. Thinking it over now, though, I have decided that if that opportunity were to present itself again, I'd do it. Not because it would change the behavior of this city's rude residents, but because it might make some Wall-Street-Journal or boxers-showing guy a little uncomfortable. And that might make me feel just a little bit better.
I don't think that the duty to give up your seat to the elderly, disabled or pregnant falls only to men, but I do think it astounding that the offerers seem to be exclusively women. (I've confirmed this with women friends who have ridden the Metro while pregnant). Shame on you, baseball-hatted-i-Pod-listening-boxers-showing guy! And shame on you, too, graying-templed-suit-wearing-reading-the-Wall-Street-Journal guy!
The Washington Post had an article about this a couple of weeks ago. You can read it here, but if you don't want to bother, the gist is that no one on the DC Metro gives up their seats anymore. They interviewed a blind woman who gets on the train with her seeing-eye dog, and often sits on the floor. Sometimes there are empty seats, but even then, no one will tell her where they are. It's outrageous.
And then I think back to my own behavior. Last fall, I was standing in a crowded Metro car, and there was a very obviously pregnant woman standing near me. Of course, no one offered their seat. I considered asking someone to do it. But I didn't. I didn't want to embarrass her by causing a scene. Thinking it over now, though, I have decided that if that opportunity were to present itself again, I'd do it. Not because it would change the behavior of this city's rude residents, but because it might make some Wall-Street-Journal or boxers-showing guy a little uncomfortable. And that might make me feel just a little bit better.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Still alive!
Blogging fell somehow to the wayside in the last few months as we moved into our house, Jeremy started his Foreign Service training, and we contemplated the real meaning of impending parenthood ...
With each week, the house looks less box fort and more home sweet home. On June 8, we will find out where we are heading next (and when!). Options literally range the world, from a number of dusty Mexican border towns to Casablanca to Antananarivo to Moscow to Manila to Beijing. I'm hoping we'll get to stick around for at least another eight months, if not a year. If that happens, we may get our house into good enough shape to post pictures eventually.
Jeremy's Peace Corps class from Armenia had their five-year reunion over Memorial Day weekend. It was a fun, if exhausting time. I think many will agree that this was the highlight of the weekend:
That would be Jeremy, getting down with the belly dancer at Marrakesh restaurant in DC. Lacking a real camera, I had to use my cell phone to capture these images. You get the general idea. I unfortunately missed Jeremy's shimmy - for sure the best part of the dance.
With each week, the house looks less box fort and more home sweet home. On June 8, we will find out where we are heading next (and when!). Options literally range the world, from a number of dusty Mexican border towns to Casablanca to Antananarivo to Moscow to Manila to Beijing. I'm hoping we'll get to stick around for at least another eight months, if not a year. If that happens, we may get our house into good enough shape to post pictures eventually.
Jeremy's Peace Corps class from Armenia had their five-year reunion over Memorial Day weekend. It was a fun, if exhausting time. I think many will agree that this was the highlight of the weekend:
That would be Jeremy, getting down with the belly dancer at Marrakesh restaurant in DC. Lacking a real camera, I had to use my cell phone to capture these images. You get the general idea. I unfortunately missed Jeremy's shimmy - for sure the best part of the dance.
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