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 Knitting for Beginners, Tag: Jaya, Seraphim Drake
Monday West
 Posted: Nov 11 2016, 11:33 AM
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[OOC - Monday outfit - Joshy Outfit - Stroller - Baby changing bag ]

When Monday first picked up a set of knitting needles, it was when Tom could barely walk. He'd wanted to knit his son a Christmas jumper. Most people hated the things, but Monday had a strange affinity for gaudy holiday knitwear and thought being able to gift a hand-made item was a true and worthy gift that would one day be looked upon with sentimentality. As in most people's lives, things had gotten in the way. The jumper idea turned into a scarf because Tom was growing faster than Monday could learn to knit and soon the tiny amount of time he could scrape together to put towards hobbies had vanished. Parenthood, work, studying. There was literally no time for anything else.

Years had passed and life felt worlds apart to Monday, yet eerily similar to the position he'd been in years ago. Unexpectedly raising a baby alone. If anything, he was even less prepared the second time around.

The main difference was that at kid number two, it was no longer his first rodeo and he was no longer a teenager. He also wasn't studying and working from home afforded him more flexibility, more time. The fact his grandma kept refusing to take money for rent eased things too. So, back to knitting it was. Monday hadn't put any thought to it until Tom piped up that he wanted to learn - he wanted to knit clothes for his toys - but it had renewed the desire to learn in Monday, if only to be able to teach Tom. He was slightly more realistic this time. In the long run, he still thought Christmas jumpers would be the cutest things ever on Tom and Joshy. In the present... he'd resigned himself to at least finishing a scarf for his first project.

His grandma, Edie, had re-taught him a few basics, but Monday didn't like to take up too much of her time. Learning also had to be fitted around kids, work, recreation with kids and the mess up of routine and everything else when Joshy got ill. The last few weeks, though, Joshy had hardly had a sniffle, was more or less back into a good sleeping routine and Monday was feeling less like a robot. It was the perfect time to find out about a community knitting class.

Knitting with babies. Not literally, obviously, though the thought brought a smile to Monday's face and a vague inspiration for a comic strip to his mind, but it sounded fun. It would perhaps not be the most efficient way to actually learn to knit, looking after a baby at the same time, but it would be socialisation, getting to know the community and other parents with children similar ages. If he also learned some new knitting techniques they'd be an added bonus. The flyer had advertised a small lesson from a local woman, who assumedly was a proficient knitter, then the rest of the time to practice or continue with projects.

Monday arrived at the town hall five minutes before one 'o' clock, when the group was due to start, a little windswept from the walk. He breathed a sigh of relief that the chairs looked comfy. He'd had a horrible image in his head of there only being the horrible, hard type of plastic chairs like he'd had at school. It was also lovely and warm. He parked the stroller to one side and started getting sorted - coat removed, hat and scarf off and bundled into the bottom of the stroller, and then on to Joshy.

He was babbling away to himself, tucked up in a blanket. And yet when Monday picked him up he was only wearing one glove, the other hanging from his coat sleeve. "I'd have to duct tape these on to stop you taking them off." Monday commented, removing the other and then his coat, the scarf, and the hat, putting them back in the stroller. Joshy's fluffy blonde hair looked like he'd been given an electric shock but would have to wait to be tidied as Monday grabbed the baby changing bag and the bag he kept his knitting things in. It was actually Tom's old schoolbag from back in England, rectangular, emblazoned with the school logo and covered in numerous dinosaur drawings. Slightly odd for a knitting bag, but it was the perfect size and beat spending money on a new one.

Monday made his way over to one of the chairs and set his things down on it. "Hi." He smiled at his chair-neighbour, putting out a blanket on the floor in front of his chair for Joshy to sit on. He wasn't crawling so escaping baby wasn't an option. Monday ruffled his hair and then smoothed it down, and got Joshy's 'treasure basket' out of the bag to keep him amused - just a wicker box filled with a variety of objects - setting it down on the blanket but holding on to Joshy for a while longer. He was quiet, probably processing the new environment. Putting him down before he'd adjusted would only lead to screaming. Monday held out a teether for him to take and soon Joshy was chewing away rather than focusing on the room and the strange new people.

"It's a good idea, this knitting group - isn't it?" Monday turned to the woman next to him again, bouncing Joshy on his knee. "I've been to parent and baby groups before but this is a new one. Makes sense to me, though. What parent doesn't like the idea of making their own baby clothes?" He smiled. Joshy was making noises through the teether, babbling away again. One thing was for certain - it wasn't going to be a quiet group.
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Seraphim Drake
 Posted: Nov 13 2016, 07:04 PM
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As a very small child, Seraphim had been given more than enough attention from her parents. She was able to get involved in her primary hobby before she even started school, and she took to it like gangbuster. It helped that it gave her and her father something to do, and gave him something to watch her strive for. Seraphim had been close to her mother, but undoubtedly closer to her father. Maybe it was because he took her ice skating. Maybe it would have been the same even without that, but she would never know. Now that she could actually see evidence of the things in her past that she liked, she wanted them back. She wanted to dig up the buried treasures and embrace them. Her lifestyle had been one of an overachieving woman in her mid twenties, in a thriving relationship, with supportive parents, and no children to encumber her. She had been seeking her goals before she and her then fiancé started a family. Now things were flipped on their head, and while she adored and gave her primary attention to Lainey, she didn’t want her single focus on anything to shut out other things.

She could never just be a mom. She loved it, but to be a mother that could enhance her daughter’s life, she had to be her own person. So she schedule a lot of her time. Since her friend Charlotte had given Seraphim a TV, she had set it up so that she could watch things on the TV, but it wasn’t a fancy set up. Seraphim mostly watched the news, honestly, and had a channel where they played baby songs. She was happy that she was not heavily dependent on the TV though, because she could not stay cooped up in her apartment all the time. She went out, jogged with Lainey to day care, dropped her off, jogged home, went to work, and reversed the process to get Lainey again. She filled in more working out and other things, but not a lot. She didn’t want to separate herself from Lainey for long, so when she finally followed up about the knitting class, she was very excited. She could practice something she really didn’t know how to do, and she could be with Lainey. All she had to do was take that day off work, or at least that period of time.

She put Lainey in some overalls and a onesie with a bow. Seraphim liked bows a lot. She avoided sticking them on Lainey’s head too often, but she did have a handful of bow related clothing items for Lainey all the same. The little pink knit sweater on Lainey covered most of the rest of her outfit, but Sera thought she looked pretty adorable. Seraphim really wasn’t cold, although the weather was getting colder. She enjoyed the crisp air, and maybe she did feel cold, but she didn’t mind feeling cold. She didn’t want to keep Lainey outside long though, so she didn’t hesitate to get the door opened and push Lainey’s stroller inside at Town Hall. Apparently there was an event room somewhere that was hosting the class. Sera hadn’t really explored Town Hall all that much.

Hi,” the man eventually to Sera’s left said.

Hello,” she told him happily. Lainey’s stroller was behind Sera’s chair, because she had just used it to store her knitting things. She tried to pick up a few things from youtube videos, but she stopped before she felt too hopeless. She was dexterous, she would probably be fine with a bit more instruction. She did not have very lofty goals just yet at least.

The man spoke up again as Seraphim was adjusting Lainey’s hair a bit, stroking it down after taking her little hat off. She let Lainey keep her hands on the hat for the time being. The man said he’d been to parent and baby groups before, and asked what parent didn’t want to make clothing for their own babies. “Oh, I’m sure there’s a number of them,” Sera said with a small laugh. A lot of people were too busy to consider it. Some just were involved. There was a variety. “Honestly I’d be happy with just making a blanket… maybe a pillow case or something. I’m not sure how functional clothing is going to go, but we’ll see, right?

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Monday West
 Posted: Nov 15 2016, 02:47 PM
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A blanket is a good idea." Monday agreed, but didn't get much further. Joshy wasn't settled yet, he still seemed nervous. He dropped the teether and reached towards Monday, not yet whining, but on the verge of doing so. Monday cuddled him and reached into the bag. "Hey, look - it's Teddy!" He held Joshy's comforter up for him and thankfully, two chubby little arms reached out for it, sniffles gone. 'Teddy' had been a gift from one of Monday's sisters not long after Joshy had been born and was usually the toy that could calm him, even if by distraction. Joshy was currently chewing the bear's face.

"Sorry." Monday turned back to the lady, smiling, "I like the thought of a blanket. My end goal had always been to make clothes, a little jumper, but I'm nowhere near there yet. I've settled on a scarf at some point in the future, when I've got to grips with the basics again. At the moment knitting patterns and all that are way over my head." He made a gesturing motion, Joshy ceasing in sucking one of Teddy's ears to watch Monday's moving hand, " For now, I'm just knitting squares to get the hang of it. If I made enough, I could probably try sewing them together to make a blanket. I haven't thought that far. I'm only on my second square."

Monday grinned sheepishly, remembering himself, "Sorry, I'm Monday, by the way, and this is Joshy." Joshy still had a mouth full of Teddy, but he looked content. Content and dribbly, but that was a given. "She's adorable." Monday smiled at the lady's baby, a little girl. He always thought baby girls were cuter, but he was very glad he'd ended up with two boys, as a single father, it seemed easier. "How old is she?" She wasn't far off Joshy's size, but Monday knew it wasn't always easy to judge a baby's age by size. Joshy was smaller than the average baby his 'age', due to him not being full term, whereas Tom had been a beast of a baby when he was young. There'd never been any problem feeding him and he was still the tallest in his class. Monday wasn't sure if Joshy would catch up, or if he just wouldn't have been as big as Tom was even if he had been carried to term. Monday's ex had quite a slight build so Joshy could take after her.
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Seraphim Drake
 Posted: Nov 16 2016, 03:25 PM
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Sera found herself chuckling and smiling while she watched her knitting neighbor engage with his son. Sera felt as if she and Lainey were on their own island sometimes. Sera had so many things that she wanted to do, and generally speaking, her friends with adults. She’d babysat a lot of kids, sure, but they were far too old to be friends with Lainey. Even a five year old was too old, considering the development. When they were fifteen and twenty it might be more reasonable. Twenty and twenty-five even, but zero and five? No. She felt as if putting Lainey in day care was as good for Lainey as it was for Seraphim. It wasn’t that she did it because she needed to work more, so the motivation had been quite different. Lainey was more used to dealing with adults and observing the world around her than flat out playing with toys and other children.

The man apologized after his brief distraction and Sera waved a hand, “Oh, no, no worries.” He finally remarked on her goals of a blanket. A scarf was his goal, but also a jumper eventually. Knitting squares did sound more like a good starting point, when he brought it up. “Yeah,” Sera said when he said he could possibly sew them together for a blanket, “That is a viable option. Ah, yeah, a two square blanket might be a bit short… but still enough for a baby to chew on.” Considering his child chewing on a bear head, that legitimately seemed like something he could use. Little cloth swatches, almost.

Sorry, I’m Monday, by the way, and this is Joshy.” Joshy, hm? She figured it was short for Joshua, since that was a name. Similarly to the amount of people she’d met named Skip. Nicknames usually weren’t legal names. People tended to assume her name was Sarah even when she now knew it was a bit more complicated than that, so she couldn’t account for what everyone inferred. “She’s adorable. How old is she?

Pleasure to meet you, Monday. I’m Sera, and Lainey is just over six months old.” Six months and a week, but who was counting? She had never really been confused as to why parents of young children referred to their age in such small increments. Sixteen days. Seven weeks. Eighteen months. Some people kept it up for quite a long time, but initially it made complete sense. Like going two days without sleep was quite notable, having a child develop was rapid in the initial stages. Sera had never even been able to buy tons and tons of baby clothes for Lainey before they were outgrown, she’d been too busy washing the ones she had. “How old is Joshy?

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Monday West
 Posted: Nov 18 2016, 07:43 AM
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Monday didn't particularly like his own name, but he'd come to accept it. He always thought his sisters had been luckier than he in that department. Their names weren't particularly 'normal' either, but at least they could be shortened. You couldn't shorten Monday, at least not to something that sounded any less ridiculous - 'Monny' - 'Day'? Maybe that had a hand in Monday's choice for his sons's names, preferring ones that were more versatile. He'd liked 'Josh' for a shortened version of Joshua, but Tom had started calling his younger brother 'Joshy' and it had stuck. It had been better than Tom's original suggestion of a name - Ty, yes, short for Tyrannosaurus Rex. It had taken a lot of self-control for Monday not to laugh at the very serious suggestion of his son. If Tom was in charge Monday was fairly sure everything they owned would be dinosaur themed.

Names were interesting. Out of all the millions of names in the world, one of the first people Monday met in Lochland had a name that sounded almost identical to that of his ex's. God, he could already hear the cackling of his sisters that would undoubtedly happen when he told them. At least it sounded slightly different the way this lady said it. "Nice to meet you too." Monday smiled back after a second, trying to gloss over the coincidence. The last thing he needed to be thinking about, let alone when meeting new people, was his ex.

His sons were a much more welcome focus and Monday brightened as he started talking about Joshy. "Ah... he's about eight and a half months from when he was born, but he was eight weeks early and that complicates things a little. So adjusted, he's a similar age to what Lainey is in terms of size, development, all the important stuff really." Having a preterm baby was an interesting experience. Just because they'd been born earlier didn't mean they progressed earlier in conjunction. A baby born at 32 weeks like Joshy was still a baby that was 32 weeks old, not the 40 that was expected of a newborn. It had been eight months from when he was born, but developmentally Joshy was at 6 months. It was complicated in much more than age, too. It was the first time since him being born really that Monday could remember Joshy not being ill. Colds were annoying and disrupted their routine, but they were bearable. When they progressed into something worse, like an ear infection or bronchitis - that was scary - and why although Monday would've liked to socialise Joshy more, he'd waited until he felt it was more safe. Nursery was a nice idea and would make work easier, one or two days a week, but it was also practically a breeding ground for germs. Good for usual babies.. not so good for those who were more susceptible. "Though development, that's all relative, depends on the baby. My other son was always ahead of other babies his age so it's not easy to compare. Joshy's just starting to teethe, so anything to chew on probably seems good to him, even a fail blanket made by me. Or 'gum' on might be more appropriate until he gets some teeth." Monday grinned. He'd felt a faint bump in Joshy's gum the other day, suspecting it after the extra chewing and grizzling. At that age most things went into his mouth anyway after he first picked them up, but the chewing was new. "I don't know what parents did before Calpol. I feel like I owe them my life a few times over by now." Monday joked.

A few more people were still filing in and sorting out their babies and belongings. One lady had come in without a baby, but with a large knitting bag and seemed to be the one who might be taking the small class, going through the bag and setting some sheets of paper aside. Joshy was still chewing at his comforter, but with slightly less gusto. He'd swivelled his head and was watching either Sera or Lainey, or both of them, Monday couldn't be sure. Monday smiled at Sera. Lainey was probably the first baby roughly his age that Joshy had seen and that was most likely why he was staring, but it still looked cute.
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Seraphim Drake
 Posted: Nov 23 2016, 04:30 PM
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Although Seraphim’s name was not spelled like either of the traditional spellings of Sarah, most people heard it the same way. It sounded different in her head because she actively wanted to remember how it was really spelled. It wasn’t the same name, but for most people it might as well have been. They were never going to know the difference. Like an introduction of Paul, most people wouldn’t guess it was short for Paulson, when it was so much more likely it wasn’t short for anything.

Monday explained that his son was slightly older than Lainey, but because he was premature, he was more similar to her in size and development. “Makes sense to me,” she responded. Seraphim would have been incredibly stressed if Lainey had come with any complications. She was on her own in a lot of ways, despite having a great support system. Sera did not like to consider herself at all fragile, but the idea of anything happening to Lainey was unthinkable. Sera had not just hurt when she lost her parents, lost her job, lost so much… she had broken. She couldn’t afford anything so selfish now. She had Lainey, but if she lost Lainey, it would have been worse. It was impossible to consider, so she was thankful that Lainey was, in regards only to her health, fairly boring.

Sera laughed lightly when Monday said he owed his life a few times over to Calpol. “Lainey hasn’t started teething yet, which is alright with me. Although, I suppose I’ll get used to nightly sleep and then that will happen just to keep things interesting. Interesting isn’t always so good though,” she sighed, not sounding worried though. If things became too much with Lainey, she might need to cut back on her hours. She was running at barely under full time right now. She would have done more, if she had someone to pick up Lainey or drop her off. Then again, if she had someone to help with Lainey, she wouldn’t feel like she needed to earn as much. Not having a job so that she could raise a child… that would have solved so much in her life back when she was engaged. She wouldn’t have ever reached this point.

As sheets were passed out, Sera let Lainey briefly hold onto one of her long knitting needles. It was wooden, and Sera kept hold of the pointy end. Lainey tugged at it a bit, but soon Sera replaced the needle with her finger and Lainey simply lay there holding on. It was an awkward posture, but Sera maintained it before the class began. Just before instructions came, she sat up. “If you don’t mind my asking, where does the accent come from?” It was pretty clearly not a Connecticut local accent.

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 Posted: Nov 27 2016, 12:17 PM
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Joshy being premature had by no means been something easy to cope with, especially considering the circumstances of his birth. Monday's sisters had been amazing. He thought in some ways it was similar to when Tom was born, the circumstances might have been incredibly different to Joshy's birth but neither were the easiest experience. Monday no longer judged experiences as good or bad, mostly easy or difficult and both had upsides and downsides. Difficult times often highlighted who your real friends were. Monday had found that, at least, probably more so when Tom was born. Difficult times allowed Monday to see what was more important. Perhaps other people viewed things differently, but that was Monday's outlook, his eternal optimism.

He smiled at Sera, laughing quietly at her comment about interesting not always being good but switching concentration to sorting Joshy out as sheets were being passed around. There was no way he could knit with Joshy in his arms - he'd just want to play with the wool and/or knitting needles. Joshy seemed settled enough and Monday placed him down on the floor, atop the blanket, directing his attention to the basket of toys and odds and ends for him to play with by shaking it. He might not be crawling but Joshy could sit on his own and play with something quite happily, if noisily. Monday didn't mind the noise. It wasn't the easiest to do work with it in the background, but it was what it was. He hoped none of the other parents in the class would mind it.

Monday sat back in the seat, attention split between sorting his knitting equipment and keeping an eye on Joshy. He got out his knitting needles and the ball of wool he'd bought with him, untangling the end of it. He glanced to Sera, raising his eyebrows as she spoke and then grinning. "No, no, it's no problem! It's from across the pond, England, same place I'm from." He smiled at his own goofy attempt at humour and took the sheet that was offered by the lady passing round the group, "I only moved over here earlier this year, with my two sons, so I don't know too many people yet, but I really like it. It's a nice town." His new start had definitely been what he needed. Despite his sisters still living back in England, already Monday couldn't see himself going back there. He smiled at Sera. "How long have you lived in Lochland Grove?" He took a second to glance down at the sheet that had been handed out. It was a rundown of basic knitting - casting on, then the knit stitch and purl stitch. Monday had an idea of how to do all three but not yet with much skill or ease, which was exactly why he was at a knitting class.
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Seraphim Drake
 Posted: Dec 7 2016, 06:56 PM
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Without knowing Monday from any previous experiences, they had a few similar feelings. Their experiences were not strictly similar, but people who took a bad situation and looked on the bright side, and tried to grow from it, shared a certain kind of outlook. Sera was optimistic about a lot of things, but she couldn’t be an eternal optimism when her optimism had been killed quite firmly once upon a memory lost. Her mindset was a bit like a phoenix, if she really thought it over. Dead, burned out, completely done… then renew without any of the past there to drag her down. Or to build her up. She wasn’t a mythical creature though, and although it might make a good tattoo one day, it wasn’t something she could work into a normal conversation.

Sera was grateful that Lainey, who some people now might consider to be her biggest trial, was really a very manageable child. She was not very old, but from the start Sera felt as if they’d had an understanding from the start. It would have been better if she had had certain people in the picture to help out, but Sera had no ill will. She had sacrificed a good amount of work, and while her sleep schedule took a hit, she did fit things in and make it work. She was glad to be able to do that, and glad that there hadn’t been any complications since Lainey was born. She’d had a few hospital trips that worried her during the pregnancy, but not since.

Seraphim asked Monday about his accent, and he told her that it was from the same place as him. Sera chuckled, hopefully so. Unless he was just a really intense method actor, even a learned accent wouldn’t likely be used in such a relaxed setting. He could be a man pretending to be a British man with a child learning to knit. Not everyone’s first goal, but… no, Sera couldn’t carry on the mental joke. All she knew is that he was from England, he was almost certainly not a method actor, his son was Joshy, and he was a pleasant knitting neighbor thus far. Alright, two sons.

It’s a nice town. How long have you lived in Lochland Grove?

I agree, its nice. Very… quaint is a good word for it, I think,” Sera admitted. “I’ve been here… three years? No… well, three and a half. But basically yeah, now that I’ve sorted out the math a bit. I’ve been in the same apartment ever since I got my place too… its easy to get into a groove when you know what you’re doing… now if I could figure that out with knitting, we’ll be making progress,” Sera stated, bringing it back around to the task at hand. She righted her hands, putting the yarn in what looked like the correct place. She watched Monday’s hands for a bit of help, and she looked similar.

Hopefully you don’t mind if I cheat sheet off you just to make sure I’m doing this right,” she said with a small laugh, so it didn’t look odd when she kept looking at him. She was doing fine thus far, but she liked to check all her options.

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 Posted: Dec 12 2016, 03:36 PM
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Monday nodded along as Seraphim talked about Lochland, smiling happily to himself. Quaint was a very apt word for the town. "I like the nice community feel there is here. Not so many places have that, it's a special thing." He smiled easily still, preparing his wool, wondering when he'd settle into a nice groove in Lochland Grove. Perhaps settling into a groove with two children, not one, would be a better 'groove' to look forward to, one that might happen sooner. Monday felt like he was almost there.

He would have loved his own place. A nice little apartment, just enough space for him and the boys. A garden would be nice too, but it seemed beyond his scope for the time being, especially as simply a place of his own was still out of reach. Edie had said Monday and the boys could stay at hers as long as he needed but he hated that he might be imposing. A small part of him also didn't want to get too used to living in the large, family house, when he knew he had to leave. It felt a part of a life that was worlds apart from Monday's own. In fact, living in Lochland so far, with a grandma and a very middle-class house with a feeling that was sweetly suburban sometimes left Monday feeling like he was just playing a part. How was that his life? Pauper to prince, that's what it felt like, and while Monday tended toward optimism, there was still the kid inside that had barely been dragged up who thought it was a little too good to be true.

"Yeah.. I hope I can find my groove here. Feel settled." He commented with a fondness unusual for a man of his age and chuckled a little at Seraphim comment. "If that makes you a cheat, I'm just as much of a cheat too. I asked my grandma to give me pointers a few times before even coming here." Monday glanced over at Sera's hands, watching how she held the wool. "You're doing good.. you're holding everything right. Oh, this is something Edie told me. You don't need to, but it helps if you hold the bit of wool you're going to wrap around like.. this," He showed her on his own hands, the wool loosely wrapped over his forefinger and then in between it and his middle finger, following under his hand to the ball of yarn in his lap, "She says it helps makes the knitting smoother. I think it does help a little, even if most of what she says simply goes over my head." He smiled after offering the advice, glancing back to Joshy. He was chewing on a wooden spoon - his favourite 'toy'. He especially liked hitting things with it to make a noise, which fortunately he hadn't got round to doing yet. "I think she was some sort of knitting boss back in the day, when her arthritis wasn't so bad. I know she's going slow but trying to knit Josh something, even though she's trying to keep it a surprise from me. Not much stays hidden with a seven-year-old in the house." Monday let out a laugh, then an amused sigh. He could hardly blame Tom wanting to explore the new house, full of belongings from Monday's mum's generations and all sorts of other nick-nacks - it was tempting - but at the same time, it was no excuse to be nosey and Monday was quite certain that the 'exploring' was actually an attempt to find hidden Christmas presents. "I've had to re-hide his Christmas presents twice already. This one's noisy," He gestured to Joshy, pulling a funny face at him and earning a muffled giggle through the wooden spoon in his mouth, "but I'm not going to lie, I'm enjoying now when he can't crawl or walk - while it lasts."
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Monday said that he liked the community, and Seraphim was very pleased by the answer. She smiled and nodded. “You’ll always seek out some community, or avoid it, if that’s your thing… but its nice to have this setting…not have to carve out a smaller one just to feel you have a place to fit,” Sera said, agreeing with his statement that not many places had this.

Sera liked having her own place. She had liked the independence that came with it. She liked not having to impose on anyone, and yet, if she had a family member to live with, besides her daughter, she would have loved that. Perhaps the idea was that she could live with family in addition to Lainey. However Sera came from a specific place of not having anyone to turn to in her family, what with them being deceased. Each person had a situation, each person had a perception of that situation, and each person had struggles within it. She was happy, and for as much as she didn’t yet know Monday, he seemed happy, so she enjoyed the company, whatever could cross their minds.

Monday was kind enough to encourage Sera’s using him as a cheat sheet, and giving her some pointers. “Many thanks,” she told him as she mimicked what he was doing. In her years of athleticism, academia, and the pursuit of a career, Sera never exactly had to work with her hands very much. She had nimble enough fingers, but she could have done a lot better, for sure. “She can be a good tutor for both of us, sort of,” Sera said, given she was apparently why Monday was any good at it.

Monday explained how his grandmother was knitting something for Joshy, but Monday’s seven year old uncovered these secrets. Sera laughed, “Probably a life truth. I certainly don’t have a seven year old… but I have babysat for my neighbor of the years, and her kids definitely went through on age of… not really caring, and then caring about al the things, and wanting everyone else to care about all the things. It reminds me of that.

I don’t remember ever trying to find my Christmas presents, truth be told…” It seemed almost silly to say that. She didn’t remember a lot of things, but she just couldn’t imagine that she’d done anything like that. She remembered that she was well behaved, remembered places that she didn’t venture. If her parents had put something in their bedroom, she wouldn’t sneak in there. She also couldn’t imagine actually opening something. Just shaking it sounded a bit… intimidating, and she was an adult now. “Yeah… getting up and running around is going to be… a whole new plane of existence. I hope she wants to get into things, and I also hope she doesn’t get into things at the same time…” Lainey was her first and only child, after all, so absolutely everything about this was new. Although given how calm Lainey tended to be, Sera struggled to imagine her getting into trouble, but kids changed, and she had quite a bit of time.

Is he a lot different now than your first son was? At this age, of course.

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 Posted: Dec 13 2016, 03:32 PM
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Monday had an eye on his knitting, an eye on Joshy and he'd run out of eyes... Realistically, he'd learned somewhat to multitask, having to look after a child on his own. He was doing a decent job of paying enough attention to Sera so as not to seem rude, taking some of the knitting information in and watching for any warning signs in Joshy as he played. So far, he was happy. He'd started hitting the basket with the wooden spoon and seemed amused at the soft sound it produced.

"I think having someone to show you helps with practical tasks like this. I've looked at a few Youtube videos and it's so much easier in real life." Even with the slowest video tutorials, Monday found them difficult to follow.

Monday didn't have memories of trying to find Christmas presents either, though he refrained from pointing that out. Hiding presents, wrapping presents... more often than not in his childhood when there weren't even the presents to do the aforementioned things to. His mum had spent money she didn't even have on a Christmas tree one year, only for it to get stolen right out of their living room when Monday and his sisters were at school. He suspected it was someone his mum knew, probably someone she owed money trying to send a message, but as with most things, he and his sisters didn't get an explanation. His mum never bought another one either. It made Monday happy that he could choose to give his sons the kind of memories he never had. He smiled fondly, thinking of Tom's antics. "Even when he's not actively looking, he unearths things through play. He watched the Indiana Jones movies the other week and most of his play time has been he and his toys going on expeditions and treasure hunts since... I suppose to a seven-year-old a bunch of Christmas presents is the nearest thing in the house to treasure. I don't think he'd open them, he's a good kid. I'm not really sure what he'd do with them." Possibly ask Monday to hide them someplace else so he could find them again. The Indie explorations were losing their amusement factor slightly, after all the left-behind toys Monday kept finding in odd places. Apparently, the other toys had to 'go on without them'. Monday didn't let Tom watch too much TV but there were times if he wondered if it was still too much.

Monday resurfaced from reminiscing when he caught a warning sign from Joshy. He'd thrown the spoon just out of his reach towards the centre of a circle, which got him a little frustrated. That wasn't the main problem. He'd then looked around the spoon, noticed all the people sitting around and looked like he was about to start crying. Monday got his attention, glancing apologetically to Sera while he focussed on Joshy, but had to set his knitting down when Joshy just sniffed and made motions for Monday to pick him up.

"Sometimes, I don't think they could they be any more different." Monday replied, glancing to Sera as Josh buried his head in his shoulder, hiding from the room, his sniffling growing quieter. "Tom was an early crawler - and walker. He liked cuddles enough, but he'd get frustrated if you held him too much too, if he wanted to be moving about." Monday laughed, "He seemed to literally get into everything. Nothing was safe... That could still happen with Joshy, but he's content most of the time just being held. He doesn't like being left alone, he doesn't like strangers. Tom never seemed to have much of a problem with people, if anything he's always liked the attention, but then he got to know plenty of different faces, people looking after him when I had to go to work. The biggest difference?" Monday jokingly grimaced, "The sleep. Tom was always easy to settle and he'd sleep right through the night, whereas Joshy..." Monday stopped short, not wanting to seem like he was complaining, "well, it's not easy to tell whether the differences are actually between them, or are down to Josh's health problems. You've had to use your energy in other ways, huh buddy?" Monday spoke to his son and reached down to pick up one of the toys from the floor, a little hand reaching out to grasp it tightly and take it from him. He lifted Joshy forward a little, not wanting him to get sleepy right then, before he'd had his feed.

"Lainey's your first child?" Monday asked when he was satisfied Joshy wasn't going to scream the town hall down. From the way Sera spoke about the experiences of bringing up a child, she seemed new to it. "You're doing well, she seems really content. She's probably one of the most chilled out babies here." Monday smiled at Sera, content to lightly bounce Joshy on his knee, considering his hands were full of baby rather than knitting. He'd rather wait than his knitting follow the same fate as the wooden spoon.
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Seraphim Drake
 Posted: Dec 14 2016, 10:42 PM
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Monday affirmed that having someone in real life helped, and Sera nodded. “Personal instruction is sought after for a reason.” That was why people went to classes, instead of just watching youtube tutorials. If those were just as good as a tutor, no one would be employed in those professions. It was not that learning from an instructor was for people who were lazy, it was just more beneficial.

Although Sera had faced a number of very legitimate hardships, there were still people who could see her situation and claim she couldn’t complain. Her father died of cancer? At least she knew him. Her mother died suddenly? At least Sera had been spoiled growing up. She would argue that she had not been spoiled, although she had not wanted for anything, material or otherwise. Still, it was such a stucky situation that even if Sera had wanted to claim victimhood, or claim privilege, she wouldn’t know how to go about it. She had a mass of pictures, but they weren’t the same as having the memories and feelings to go with them. She had never been robbed at least.

Apparently Tom wouldn’t open presents, he was just looking for treasure. Sera laughed, but kept her eyes on her hands for the moment, glancing at Lainey every so often, but not lingering very long while there was nothing to do with her. “He sounds like a cute kid. I guess that’s a good enough setting. My friend, when her daughter was younger, would sometimes get onto her about climbing the railing in the hallway, she said that the house wasn’t a jungle gym… and I remember Sidney saying ‘but we don’t have a jungle gym,’ so I guess she figured she’d make due.

Lainey didn’t really watch any TV at her age, but Sera didn’t know how much was too much. She could figure if a kid was watching TV and then going off on their own adventures, it was fine. At least they were using it to stimulate other activities, instead of just being glued. Sera asked about the boys’ differences, and she got a very full answer. The short version was that they were very different, the long answer came in a small essay. It wasn’t that Sera minded by any means, she did, however, struggle to internalize all the information. She kept trying to imagine how Lainey would be, and thinking about her behavior thus far. It was a challenge not to relate everything back to her own kid, but at least she only did it internally.

You might think he would sleep through the night more if he’s using his energy in all those ways, but then… when people are stressed, they don’t usually sleep well either, even if they need it. So it doesn’t work out as well as we might like,” Sera mused aloud. He asked about Lainey being Sera’s first child, and praised her chill nature. Sera laughed a bit, “Thanks… yeah, first child. She’s… yes, very calm. Most of the time she and I are out walking, in good weather. I try to be active, and I don’t have much at home to stimulate her, so she is usually just observing things. Or maybe she’s just a quiet kid. Its been… mostly just me with her though, so I probably don’t notice as much difference as I would if other people were pointing it out all the time. You know, besides the usual praise that anyone could say just to be nice.” Lainey was more interactive at home, but at present she was content to stare at Joshy. Sera did pick up one of her jelly ring toys and hand them to Lainey so she could have something to grip onto and move about.

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 Posted: Dec 20 2016, 02:07 PM
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Monday laughed at the thought of a child using a stair rail as a jungle gym because they didn't have one. He could too easily imagine the way the child probably explained as such to their parent as if it made absolute sense. "Kid logic. I tell you what, they come out with some hilarious things when they start talking. It's not always easy to keep a straight face when you're telling them off, or taking what they say seriously." Tom had definitely come out with some classics. "The other week Tom pulled a face at one of Joshy's nappies and told me that he didn't smell that bad when he was a baby. when I asked him how he'd be able to remember, he just goes 'because I was there'. I suppose I fell into that one." Monday laughed dryly.

He tried not to overwhelm people with stories about his sons, but he was a proud father and it wasn't always that easy to remember that other people weren't as crazy about his kids as he was. It also wasn't easy when he didn't get much socialisation outside of his children.

"I've probably only noticed because I've got the noisy kid." Monday smiled at Sera, though from her words he got the feeling that she also might be a single parent. It was difficult to tell. He'd met mothers who seemed like they were doing it alone before when actually their partners just weren't that involved, or worked a lot. "It'd be lovely if it did work like that and he went to sleep easy! For him, as well as me, but he's getting a better as he's not so ill." Joshy dropped the toy he'd been holding and promptly started crying and making a fuss. He stopped when Monday retrieved it, only to drop it and cry again. Monday once again picked it up, as well as another teether, and held onto them so Joshy wouldn't just drop them again. "Walking's one of the few things that does help to drift off. As for stimulating kids... you don't need all the toys companies try to sell you." Monday had been very hard up when Tom was young and he remembered some advice other parents had given him at groups when he'd felt lost and completely out of his depth. The basket of odds and ends was an idea he'd gotten from one such mother. He gestured to it. "Someone told me about this idea when Tom was young - a treasure box or basket. It's basically just a box with kid-safe knick-knacks and toys in in - sponges, wooden blocks, that sort of thing, age appropriate or big enough they can't swallow. Different shapes and textures. Stuff them in a box or basket, and that's it. It seems stupidly simple, but it kept Tom amused for hours and works with this one too." He bounced Joshy on his lap slightly, "Just taking different things out of the basket, putting them back in... hours, seriously. And very cheap." Monday didn't buy into all the flashing, noisy toys you could get for babies. In his opinion simpler was quite often better.
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 Posted: Dec 21 2016, 03:00 AM
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Monday had a funny story about his sons. The term “nappy” got thrown around, and Sera decided from context clues it probably was a diaper, not clothing. She’d never used the term, but she felt satisfied with her own conclusion. She had to laugh when he told her Tom’s comment about how he knew he didn’t smell that bad. “Oh boy… that sounds adorably sassy. I did a fair bit of babysitting for my neighbor, but didn’t have to really discipline. They weren’t bad kids. I certainly didn’t have to argue with them about the rules, they took that up with their mother I suppose. I’m going to have to learn how to counter Lainey when she started talking… and talking back.” She might have to write things down when that time came. She didn’t have parents to turn to for advice or stories about her as a child, but she wanted to have a record of Lainey that way. Even though amnesia was more than unlikely in the future.

Sera had been considerably single for a couple of years, despite getting pregnant. She wasn’t exactly “alone” in parenting, or maybe she wouldn’t be in the future. Lainey’s father, as was the least complicated way to refer to him, was in jail. He was a good man, but he couldn’t exactly pick her up from day care while he was fighting to stay out of a long term prison sentence in another state. In Arizona, where Sera was still afraid to go, let alone go alone. She enjoyed the simple, happy talk of children. Talking about someone you loved, who had never hurt you, who you protected with all of your life and affection. Even if she had different experiences, and didn’t know Monday’s kids on her own, it was cute and she enjoyed it.

Sera talked about how Lainey was a rather laid back and quiet child. She generally observed, and Monday, while mostly juggling the conversation, and entertaining his son, said she didn’t need the toys that companies tried to sell. It wasn’t necessarily that Sera was talking toys. She had a TV she sometimes used, a couch, and a coffee table in the living room. The bookshelf, fortunately, was not a place Lainey got to go. There was the play pen set up with a mat, but really, it just wasn’t mentally stimulating, the environment, not the toys. His advice was interesting though.

I meant mostly the environment, but that’s interesting advice. There’s a million things you don’t think of. How much food in a day? How long to nap? Is this warm enough? Is that too cold? Textures and shapes and colors… tones of voice. A lot of its natural, but then I end up worrying if I’m forgetting something… like maybe she’s just really easy to get on with, or maybe I’m doing something wrong…” Sera exhaled, blowing some hairs out of her face then letting out a small, tired laugh. “Silly worries you can’t shake… with me, anyway.

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 Posted: Dec 23 2016, 02:21 PM
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Monday wasn't sure if Tom was sassy, precisely. It wasn't a word used much in England. Cheeky - that was more like it. Tom was definitely cheeky, but not in a rude way. When it boiled down to important matters, Monday could trust that Tom would listen to him, respect his authority as a parent.

Babies were a whole different obstacle. In some respects, Monday preferred disciplining Tom as he grew older and more open to reasoning. There was no reasoning with babies. What he found most difficult was people who would shoot him bad looks if Joshy cried or made loud noises. He didn't know what people expected him to do.

So far in the knitting session Joshy hadn't gone into a full meltdown - no screaming or crying that hadn't stopped relatively quickly. Monday tried to keep amused as well as keep him close. The knitting didn't matter so much. That could have more of Monday's attention when Joshy was used to the class, used to being around people.

Monday let out a soft laugh at Sera's words. They were very familiar. "Yeah... maybe more than a million things. And a million different people with different opinions on how you should do things. " He flashed her a smile, beaming with tentative positivity. "Well, I know you don't know me, but if it means anything, it doesn't seem to me like you're doing anything wrong. Worrying's not exactly a walk in the park to experience, but it does show you care. I think that's one of the most important aspects of being a good parent - caring about your child. It'd probably be more of a warning sign if we didn't worry." Monday smiled. Joshy had quieted slightly, chewing on the edge of one of the toys Monday was keeping hold of, but still babbling occasionally through the chewing. "What is it about her environment that you worry isn't stimulating enough?" Monday asked, nodding to Lainey. Yes, she was quiet, but in a content way, not something that should cause alarm in Monday's opinion. He wasn't sure what Seraphim was worried about, only that if he could do anything to encourage a first-time parent that they were doing okay, then then he would.
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