I finally figured out the bonnet, but it did give me fits. I can't really even explain why because I can't even really remember (something about Row 11, something about decreasing 7 stitches every other row on the back). But I think I've got it down now, and this bonnet came out too big for her now anyway, so I am going to try again. Now that I understand how to make it (felt like a miracle), I think this is the perfect I-want-to-knit-but-can't-concentrate-that-well-so-please-don't-make-me project. My goal this year was to use up stash yarn, so these little pieces fit the bill. Plus, our lady doesn't have that many hats that fit her right now, so a hat that works up in just a few days is really nice. I usually knit while carrying her in the Moby. Oh how I love that thing. I don't really like putting it on (it's super dramatic; I feel like one of those gymnasts doing a floor routine with that giant ribbon thing, except that instead of twirling it I'm stepping on it and falling over), but once she's in there, I can do almost anything (except breathe). I made the bunting last year. And the heartwarmer, too (and oh how I love those things). I guess I didn't enter that pink vest on Ravelry because it's not in my projects, and I have no idea where I got the pattern or what yarn I used! Bah.
Isn't the quilt Andy made for Amelia so adorable??? Love love.
Now, the oatmeal. I saw this on Bobby Flay. Oatmeal layered with apples and raisins cooked in butter and brown sugar, drizzled with cream. Here is his recipe. It was DELICIOUS. I love oatmeal. He cooked his in milk, which I also did this time but had never done before, and I must say that it will be hard to go back to water now. I'd like to have the wherewithal to make this every morning. Ribsticking.
Saturday afternoon sunset. I long for these. We don't get many. They hit me deep. They remind me of home. Fleetwood Mac. Woodsmoke. Wooden houses. Bare trees. Brown leaves. Brown river. Orange sun out the back bedroom window. The way the train rolled through. The dry cold. The sound of crows. How I planned to live in a hollow tree. How I planned to cook over open flame. How I longed for snowfall. Up to my knees, or more.
This baby girl! She is a wonder. Life gets better every day. I am so grateful to the veterans of every war for the sacrifices they and their families have made that allow us to live in safety and security here at home. Thank you.








More pictures of you holding adorable (and beautifully dressed, I might add) Amelia, please! Just beautiful.
Posted by: lois | November 12, 2012 at 03:24 PM
Such a sweet, sweet autumn for you this year!
Posted by: Andrea | November 12, 2012 at 03:30 PM
Planned to live in a hollow tree? No wonder you like "I Am a Bunny"!
Posted by: Andrea | November 12, 2012 at 03:31 PM
Wonderfull! you sound like you are starting to exhale! As always, amazing photos and prose as worthy.Your blog is the pick me up I need when I feel lost.
Posted by: jennie | November 12, 2012 at 03:37 PM
Babies just get better and better as time goes on! That heart warmer is the cutest thing ever. Must make me one -- if my chest was warm maybe I wouldn't always feel so cold! Amelia is so precious -- thank you for sharing her with all of us!
Posted by: JoEllen | November 12, 2012 at 03:44 PM
Beautiful pictures like always. And you gave me inspiration to make something for my friends soon to be bourn baby! Thank you!
Posted by: Cherriebowl.wordpress.com | November 12, 2012 at 03:50 PM
Oh how I've tried and tried to knit that pattern out of that book....if you slightly struggled just a little bit, then I know it's just not me understanding it. I found it a bit difficult to say the least....maybe one day I'll give it a go again. Nothing better than a babe in scrumptious wool. Gorgeous.
Posted by: Vicki | November 12, 2012 at 03:55 PM
oh that little angel is SO cute! love that last picture with her sweet mouth :)
Posted by: Dianne | November 12, 2012 at 03:55 PM
I am so happy to have found your blog, I very much look forward to each new post. Your home is so lovely, and I enjoy each photo of it (and those of the sweet baby too of course;)).
Posted by: Kim | November 12, 2012 at 03:56 PM
You have been knitting a long time for this.....I used to be able to get little cordoroy carriage sets in a second hand store , they were just adorable. Little yellow jackets and bonnets to match.
So many mothers don't even put hats on their babies....goodness.My babies always wore hats-even to bed. OOHHH cashmere bedhats, lil cashmere knits....love to make baby hats, short, satisfying, loving.
Does she ever cry? She looks just so contented....so do you.
Posted by: Laura Nelson | November 12, 2012 at 04:02 PM
I love the photo of your room into the nursery.
And that little fireplace heater...ooo I want one!
You make me miss those days of baby and how mine was born in the winter...it snowed here 5 days after he was born 10 inches...Did I mention we live in Vegas, he and that snow were a miracle.
Cuddle her, and wrap her in all your love...
Amy
Posted by: vintage market place | November 12, 2012 at 04:04 PM
Oh my gosh, between you and Andy, this baby girl will be able to do Anything! Love, love, love the heartwarmer!
She's such a beautiful baby. :) I'm sure you all are just in heaven!
Posted by: Lisa | November 12, 2012 at 04:06 PM
It's all so very precious, and it makes me smile. Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Jend222 | November 12, 2012 at 04:08 PM
That photo of you two together made me cry with happiness. Love, love, love. xo
Posted by: Kyrie | November 12, 2012 at 04:11 PM
what an incredibly fortunate family you all are. thanks so much for sharing your heart.
Posted by: Andrea | November 12, 2012 at 04:14 PM
I always love visiting here. There is such a calm in your photos and writing. That oatmeal looks really good. I must try his recipe.
Posted by: kim | November 12, 2012 at 04:19 PM
All that warms you is warming me, too.
This is such a cozy, comforting post.
Oatmeal cooked in milk? Sounds rich and dreamy.
Love Andy's quilt... ready to wrap Amelia in love.
Posted by: Natalie, the Chickenblogger | November 12, 2012 at 04:29 PM
Alicia, I rarely comment but always, always read your blog. I have rooted so long for you and Andy and so happy that your life is filled with your precious baby girl. The clothes you make are astoundingly beautiful. I love Andy's quilt. I wish you many blessings.
Posted by: Sarah | November 12, 2012 at 04:31 PM
Another cozy post! Beautiful baby. Lovely home. Yummy food. And, knitting. It's all wonderful! :-)
Posted by: Cheryl | November 12, 2012 at 04:32 PM
oh my goodness how i love andy's quilt! that little muff is just beautiful...and her room...ah...her little knitted duds are so perfect...your colors...i could go on.
Posted by: sharon from sharon stanley writes | November 12, 2012 at 04:35 PM
Love your knitting!! Adorable baby girl!! I'll become a Grandmam in May - God willing :-}}
Posted by: Suzan | November 12, 2012 at 04:41 PM
Hehehe, I think those cheeks are getting bigger!
Posted by: Constantina | November 12, 2012 at 04:41 PM
How lucky is this darling girl, to have a Mama who knits her warm things and sews up sweet little dresses!! I love coming here and seeing what's going on - everything seems so warm and loving!
Posted by: Nancy Eaton | November 12, 2012 at 04:42 PM
Your daughter has the most unusual and beautiful handknits in the world! That heartwarmer! I have never seen something like that before. And that gorgeous cuddly long squirmy sweatery thing! It looks so huggy. Gorgeous quilt Andy - love the embroidered name :)
Posted by: Anna | November 12, 2012 at 04:46 PM
=) that tiny heartwarmer is KILLING me - so cute!!
we went up to the mountains yesterday. My in-laws live in a tiny river valley, right in the mountains. You have to tilt your head back to see the sky. It was so, so cold up there, with new snow powdering those distant, slate-grey peaks. We couldn't even see the tops of them yesterday; they were lost in the shifting frozen clouds and mists. I was getting lost, on the drive up, in the russet haze of ruddy twigs, all these shrubs without their leaves. I couldn't get enough of that lean cold, that hard-iron winter feel in the air, the distance, the stony silence, the spareness of it all. We came inside and ate broccoli soup and tea. I couldn't get warm all afternoon, but I loved it.
I am so ready for winter this year. Maybe I'm getting older? I don't remember ever wanting winter so badly before.
Posted by: sarah | November 12, 2012 at 04:47 PM