My living room.
It looks so bare without all the festive Christmas Decorations. And its so dark at night without all the Christmas lights. How long until next Christmas?
My daughter's ears.
She has returned to school, a place where the mp3 player is forbidden. So in the mornings I get to see her without her headset. But only briefly. It is promptly returned to its rightful place at 3:17 p.m. each day.
My neck.
Goodness, that's an unflattering angle. But as you can see my neck is bare. Indecision concerning the scarf has paralyzed my knitting fingers. Sometimes I think I should go for the gusto and just knit the remainder of the ball. I'll knit a few rows, then remember it will grow when blocked and lose my nerve. Afterall, I'm on the clumsy side, and I can't be tripping over my scarf all day long, especially since 9 times out of 10 I've got the wee babe is my arms. Conflicted, I'll stash it in my knitting drawer until the next day when I decide to stop being such a wuss and just knit the rest of the ball. I'll happily knit until I begin to ponder exactly how much it will grow with blocking. And the cycle continues.
My baby.
Isn't she cute? And miserable. Still with the double ear infection. Third round of antibiotics is the charm right? If only I hadn't dropped the bottle this morning and shattered it. Who puts children's medicine in a glass bottle anyways? Don't worry about the baby, a call to the Dr and a new prescription is being filled as I type. And she won't be naked much longer.
What felt like miles and miles of garter stitch were all knit in the name of Sweet Pea. A few seams, buttons, and a crochet border and she will be naked no more. I hope to have it finished by the weekend. My neck may have to wait a little longer.
It looks so bare without all the festive Christmas Decorations. And its so dark at night without all the Christmas lights. How long until next Christmas?
My daughter's ears.
She has returned to school, a place where the mp3 player is forbidden. So in the mornings I get to see her without her headset. But only briefly. It is promptly returned to its rightful place at 3:17 p.m. each day.
My neck.
Goodness, that's an unflattering angle. But as you can see my neck is bare. Indecision concerning the scarf has paralyzed my knitting fingers. Sometimes I think I should go for the gusto and just knit the remainder of the ball. I'll knit a few rows, then remember it will grow when blocked and lose my nerve. Afterall, I'm on the clumsy side, and I can't be tripping over my scarf all day long, especially since 9 times out of 10 I've got the wee babe is my arms. Conflicted, I'll stash it in my knitting drawer until the next day when I decide to stop being such a wuss and just knit the rest of the ball. I'll happily knit until I begin to ponder exactly how much it will grow with blocking. And the cycle continues.
My baby.
Isn't she cute? And miserable. Still with the double ear infection. Third round of antibiotics is the charm right? If only I hadn't dropped the bottle this morning and shattered it. Who puts children's medicine in a glass bottle anyways? Don't worry about the baby, a call to the Dr and a new prescription is being filled as I type. And she won't be naked much longer.
What felt like miles and miles of garter stitch were all knit in the name of Sweet Pea. A few seams, buttons, and a crochet border and she will be naked no more. I hope to have it finished by the weekend. My neck may have to wait a little longer.
3 comments:
You still look great, but boy your hair is alot darker! Hope you had great Christmas and Happy New Year! When you get a chance, check out my page. Miss ya!
Yeah Sweet Pea still looks a little sad!
And hey, that's the same MP3 player I have--but mine didn't come in a cool color!
Awwww... poor Sweet Pea. A couple of my boys dealt with chronic ear infections. No fun... for them or for mom!
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