Baby Sock!

I finished the baby sock and am about halfway done on it’s mate. I think I might actually make this one correctly. It seems that every time I do the short row heel I find a new thing I did wrong on the previous sock. Last night, DH told me he would wear knit socks! So of course I took that to mean I could buy more sock yarn. Hooray sock yarn! The Knit Picks I got with my order of cables so I can finish up the Log Cabin. Of course I just had to get the total high enough for free shipping! Heh. Anyway, the Trekking Natura I got at Posh today in a manly enough color for DH to wear. The bag I got at this little boutique I like to call Target (pronounced Tarjhay of course) in the dollar spot. I love the dollar spot. Is it sad that one of L’s first words was Target?

Hee Hee Hee

It’s hard to tell in the picture, but L is dead asleep. In that position. Legs crossed and everything. Heh.

Teensy!

J looked like this.

So I put him to bed. Is it bad that I’m hiding out in the backyard with my baby sock so I can’t hear him over the traffic? For some reason, I thought making a baby sock would be easier than an adult sock. I realize now that it would be true if I’d picked a pattern that used larger needles. Heh. Oh well. It’s all good practice.

Hooray Sock #2! and a Happy Mother’s Day!

I finished the socks yesterday! I almost thought that I’d blown it too when I realized halfway through the kitchener stitch that I was doing it backwards. Luckily I was able to painstakingly lift the loops back on the needle and unthread the yarn. Bleah. All in all, I actually enjoy making socks, but man, if I can’t even make it through stocking stitch ankle socks with a world of problems, what hope do I have for lace?!? Heh. Anyway, I’m using some of the leftover yarn to make baby socks for a friend of mine. Size 0 needles are TINY!

Anyway, hope everybody is having a nice Mother’s Day! Here are a couple of pictures of my quirky nephew and jolly son that remind me why parenting is so much fun!

America’s Top Toy Model

So we got a call last night for L to participate in a photo shoot today for a toy catalog. She did it last year (She’s the Moses Basket Girl for the My Twinn Baby Doll.) How she got the job last year is sort of a funny story. My sister and her friends were all taking their kids and she really wanted me to come along, so I packed up the kids as is (crooked pony tails and all) to the casting call. So here was L in all her uncoiffed glory next to girls who had sequins and curling iron curls. And she got the call back. This year they just emailed us asking us to send a picture and of course L was sick for the first three months of the year so getting a good picture was sort of a trick. So anyway, we got the call and went in this morning where she spent 2 1/2 hours pretending to hand a play Happy Meal to a cute little boy through the drive thru window. She was a trooper because that’s a long time to keep doing the same thing. Especially when you’re 4. Here are some pictures of her getting ready and waiting in the wings.

Hooray Sock!

Yesterday I finished my sock! It’s not perfect, but it’s definitely wearable (unlike the gigantasock disaster of 2006). I think this particular yarn would do better on size 2’s instead of 3’s and that’s why the yarn overs on the heel seem larger than I’d like them. Anyway, I’m excited to start sock #2.

Last night we celebrated Leanne’s birthday over at Knit Knack and of course, I forgot to take a picture. I did take a couple of other ones though. 🙂 Here’s one of Karen working on her dishcloth. I was trying to get a picture of Leanne, the Sock Queen, showing Mary Kay a new technique, but my stellar photography skills failed me. Nachaele was taking pictures (hopefully better than mine) and Christie was working on a shawl that she purchased at the Creative Arts Festival.

Marly dropped by with her family, but I forgot to take a picture. Again. She and I met earlier today for a Mommy SnB at the Apex Center and she taught me how to single and double crochet. Woo! I’m such a yarn geek. Next thing you know I’ll be learning macrame and everybody will be getting flower pot hangers for Christmas. Grins.

Knitting Loves Crochet

So in between the never ending garter stitch of the Log Cabin
and the never ending stocking stitch of my sock, I have gotten the urge to learn to crochet. I’ve always been curious about it and love the way it looks as border, but ever since Yarn Thing showed me how to single crochet the edging on the Hippie Soaker, I’ve been obsessed. (Yes this is where the obsessiveknit thing comes from.)

I even bought Interweave Crochet (most of the patterns are so over my head!). I have to learn!

I have to make this sweater!
(I also need to make this sweater!) I’ve been playing around with some old acrylic trying to figure it out, but I think I’m going to have to ask for some help.

So funny story. We went to church yesterday (Sunday #2!) and they were video taping the service. Well, J chimed right in with his new ability to screech at superhuman pitches (he discovered the church echoed last week) so DH took him into the glass walled baby room while L stayed with me in the service. We were sitting in the back for a sneaky escape should we need one, so when communion time came around we were the very last people to go up. I received the bread and L got her blessing, but when it came time for wine, the server turned around and started packing up. So L and I are alone up at a the altar as some giggles started in the congregation. I leaned forward slightly and quietly said, “Psst!” Well our poor deacon saw me and was mortified and nearly ran across the floor bringing me the bread, which I’d already had. I quietly shook my head as she then waved the wine guy over. So I got my communion and the church got their morning giggles. The funnier part is that my family has been responsible for many many many congregation giggles since we were children. My brother had a habit of falling asleep when he was acolyting, my sister almost set her hair on fire (darn those 80s bangs!) and I had a habit of ringing the bell a little too loudly almost causing the poor elderly people in the front row to fall out of the pew.

Today has been somewhat of an adventure as well. Last week, we forgot L’s backpack for preschool and she’d had to use a plastic bag. This week, we made a point to make sure it was in the car. While I was strapping L in, I smelled something horrid but couldn’t quite figure out where it was coming from. It had rained on our trash so I thought it was just the garbage smells drifting over. When we arrived a school, I remembered to check her backpack to make sure it was empty. It sure wasn’t empty. My little nephew had been playing with it last week and apparently had left his sippy cup of chocolate milk in there. Which now had exploded sour milk all over the inside of her backpack. It was a lost cause. L had to use a plastic bag again and J and I made a trip over to Target to get her a new one. I felt I deserved a Starbucks even just to get the smell of sour milk out of my nose. We weren’t in the store 10 minutes before I dropped my coffee all over the floor in the middle of the electronics section. The sales lady was very nice about it, but I felt very bad. Like they really needed to have to clean up somebody’s mess in the middle of stocking the shelves. AND I lost my coffee. Sniff sniff. Hopefully the rest of the day perks up.