Monthly Archives: May 2009

My Six Year Old Critic

-Or- “Why I Don’t Have Pictures of My New Socks”

Knittymama: Hey, did you delete my sock pictures off the camera?

Little Man: Yeah. I needed space to make a movie.

KM: But I hadn’t put them on the computer yet. I needed them for my blog post tonight. You’re not supposed to use that camera, anyway.

LM: You can take more.

KM: But it’s dark out now, they won’t look as nice.

LM: Mom, they are dumb looking socks anyway.

KM: You think my socks look dumb? Why do they look dumb?

LM: I don’t know… they’re just dumb. The colors are dumb.

KM: Brown and turquoise are not dumb. And you’re not supposed to use that camera.

LM: We’ll those are dumb looking socks and you shouldn’t put them on your blog. And I want my own camera.

KM: Yeah, like I’m going to buy a camera for a kid who tells me my socks are dumb. And I’m not buying you a camera anyway.

LM: But mom, they ARE dumb.

KM: I think I just need to leave the room now.



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Can I take two of your knitting needles and weld them together?



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This kind of cuteness

…should be illegal. Seriously.

We went to Shepherd’s Harvest yesterday, my annual Mother’s Day splurge. I may have overdone it on Spinner a wee bit with the knits, but seriously, how could I not?

Debbie Bliss garter stitch sweater, Picky Pants, Norwegian Baby hat, and Pebble vest. He was very much adored as we walked around the festival.

When we got home, I did another photo shoot in his vest and that tam he was meant to be wearing, which was vetoed by the Skeptic since “it doesn’t cover his ears” and it was windy.

The sweater, the vest and tam are all recent additions to the collection, finished up this spring. I’ll get my details up in Ravelry later, but my thoughts for now….

Debbie Bliss garter stitch sweater: I think I’m pretty much close to gauge (I should check) but it is HUGE. I knit the 3-6 month size, took six stitches off the length of the sleeve and and the sleeves are still way too long. They are designed to be rolled up but still….

The Pebble vest? Knit one now, that’s all I need to say about that. I used Mission Falls cotton.

The tam was from a ball of Rowan Calmer I’ve had sitting around. I used Ann Budd’s pattern book to figure it out. Could e a bit longer and I should block it, although I do like how it’s sort of puffy right now.

Oh, and the purchases? Since we now have a gajillion $$$ in medical bills, I kept it to a minimum.

Susan Hensel had some killer batts, and she had a build your own batt station set up. I bought the black one, the blue one I put together myself. What an awesome idea!

From Winterwind and Crosby Hill I bought 8 ounces of CMV roving, a bag of mohair locks (I’m determined to figure them out) and two CMN/mohair batts.

Bottom line, a great Mother’s Day!

Oh, and readers? Lastly I just want to say thanks again for sticking around…your kind words have meant more than you know!


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The Difference the Sun Can Make

We had the kind of afternoon today that you always wish for as a mother. Perfect, sunny weather, a blanket spread in the backyard. lunch, and three happy boys all playing, eating and laughing together. We needed that, badly.

We had one other incident last week that had me laughing in the emergency room last Thursday night at around one in the morning. The laughing? Because I honestly thought that nothing else could go wrong or be hard, that after dropping a boatload of money on Knittykid’s teeth and having to put him under general anesthesia, losing my father-in-law, having the Skeptic gone all the time either at the farm with his mom or at work, dealing with two constantly sick little ones and one very angry six year old, losing Gracie…what else could possibly go wrong? (And that list is just the big stuff. )

Little Man’s broken elbow*, that’s what. And when the doctor told me we would need to stay the night and he would most likely need to go into surgery to have pins put in his elbow in the morning, all I could do was sit there and laugh at the ridiculousness of life sometimes. That kind of tired, hurting laugh, the kind that comes up because you just can’t cry about anything anymore. So you sit there in the ER, watching Animal Planet with your son (who thinks it’s all very cool) and you just laugh, while you worry about surgery and if there is enough pumped milk stashed in the freezer for Spinner and wonder how in the heck you’ll pay for it all.


So the sun and the blanket and the lunch outside today were so good. Good in a way that reminded me we will be alright, that the sun and the warmth does come back and so do the smiles and laughter. Because when you eat soup on a blanket in your sunny backyard, watching your baby try to stand up, your three year old try to hit a baseball and your six year old make fairy food out of dandelions, all is somehow right with the world again.

*Unfortunately, it’s not a very exciting story. He was running around the backyard and he tripped on his pants and landed funny. I thought of making up some funny stories we could tell people, like he was climbing on the roof of our house and tried to sky dive into the maple tree, but realized he might actually try it so I decided not to bring it up.


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