The perfect kind of day to put the baby in hand knit pants and try to catch some action shots of her new skills.
She can walk, but prefers not to if someone is watching. She knows she's got a good thing going by being carried everywhere. Why ruin that by letting us know she can walk? She's a smart cookie. She's seen the way we make the older kids walk through the store when we go grocery shopping. She doesn't want that to happen to her. So as far as we know she still needs lots of help walking.
It's the perfect day to cuddle on the couch with my long list of dvr'd shows and knit.
Nine rows to go! NINE ROWS TO GO! Every stitch gets me closer to a Tempest of my very own.
But there might be a new distraction in the house.
I may never knit again.