Thanks for all the dragon love. I’m excited to finish up the jacket but I have so many projects going on at once now. Now that the hard part is done, I’ll try to put on a little bit of trim here and there so it is done by Christmas.
I actually have a bunch of FO’s to show you, but I’ve got toe issues and I just don’t feel like modeling socks for you right now. I stubbed it last week, which just left it a bit sore for a couple of days. Then, Little Man stepped on that same toe while I was making breakfast last Thursday twice, rather hard, and ever since then the toe pain has been awful. It’s a little swollen and kind of purple on top and hurts like hell, especially when I’m on my feet. Could it be broken? Would a doctor do much if it was? I’m debatig if I want to squeeze in a doctor trip tomorrow. In the meantime I’ll just keep my feet up tonight.
I also have new WIP’s to show off. Two more pairs of socks went OTN this weekend. We went down around Madison for a huge family reunion. It was really a great time and I had the chance to reconnect with cousins I haven’t seen in over twenty years; I really hope we can keep this new connection going. The boys had a blast, but it was a bit odd realizing that now I’m the mom with little ones running around the farm. I used to be that kid!
The trip meant a lot of driving time, so I finished up one pair of socks, cast on for a new pair of bamboo/wool anklets and also meant to work on another pair of socks. But I brought the wrong issue of Interweave with the wrong pattern. So I cast on for the Embossed Leaves socks instead. (Lucky I always bring plenty of sock yarn.)
My knitting time on the way home was not that pleasant however. The boys were exhausted; in fact I’ve never seem Little Man so tired. Four nights of being up until ten or eleven plus his incredibly picky eating habits left the poor kid a total wreck. On Sunday he only ate two pancakes, two snow cones and a few bites of potato salad. At supper it was a couple bites of his sub and a little milk. We were desperate for him to get something in his system so we let him keep his milk with him in the backseat. Bad choice.
I don’t know what exactly set him off but the kid hit a mental wall. He spilled a little bit of milk on the back seat and as I turned around to try to clean it up he threw his entire bottle of open milk at us in the front seat. Milk everywhere: all over both of us, the dashboard, the stick shift, the stereo, my knitting….I’ve never seen my poor boy so tired and upset in as long time. Little Man yelling “Mom, you’re a bad lady!” while Knittybaby is crying and milk is dripping…and all the Skeptic and I could do was laugh because what else can you do in a situation like that???? It’s not really his fault. We’re the dummies who kept him up that late four nights in a row and fed him nothing but party and road food. Wouldn’t you throw your milk too?
Miracously we did make it home, all in one piece, but you can all understand now, with the toe and the milk and the general fatigue why there was no knitting photo shoot today. But in order to give you at least something good to look at I’ll give you some Little Man art. He suddenly went from the typical random four year old scribbles to faces and people. I’m pretty excited for him:
Lastly, to quote Knittybaby who is officially babbling his real first words now: