I haven’t posted one of these in a long time. Here is what I’m working on…
First is this pink linen blouse I started in the middle of November. The pattern is called Asagi by Bristol Ivy. I’m using a lovely rose pink linen Polish yarn a friend sent me. It looks scruffy on the needles, but the stitches should even out in the first wash.
I have what feels like miles and miles of stockinette to go. That’s why I also started…
… this vest for the new baby, Squirt. It is called Sigga by Sanne Bjerregaard, a Danish designer. I recently discovered her and love so many of her designs. It features an all-over mock-cable ribbing. The “cabling” is resembles bubbles, to me. So I’m hoping to find some cute turtle or fish buttons for the front. The buttons are only decorative, so can be cutesy and won’t make trouble fitting through a buttonhole!
I’m using the blue yarn left from the Garland Socks I knit. It is very soft and wonderful to work. With the leftover gray, I might make an accompanying hat using the mock-cable rib. Squirt will have something nice to wear next fall/winter.
Those are the knits I’ve been working on lately.
Every time a child of mine passes their birthday, I wonder… where did the year go? Now that I have two children, I ask myself that same question twice a year. And it seems the year passes twice as quickly, now.
At any rate, THIS young man is two years old today.
I frequently say, he is such a boy. He gets dirty, he is loud (even when he whispers!), and he can be mischievous.
But he is also very sweet, adores his big sister (but his mama even more), and is a smiling, giggling boy most of the time.
He likes to play rough,
and eat. He really, really likes to eat.
I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday…
… and I’m filled with joy to be his mama! Happy birthday, son!
Jelly Bean (JB for short, on the Internet) is ONE year old. Wow! another year of wild emotions, tears of defeat and laughter, joy, complete exhaustion, and overwhelming love.
He surprises me all of the time. He laughs and smiles all day, excepting the times he is being naughty or has an “oopsy daisy.” He wants his mother first and foremost, but is finally learning to be content in the lap of another. He wants to be bigger and faster like his sister. He adores her. Anything she does astounds and fascinates him, and he wants to be involved in all of her play (even against her wishes).
Pictures describe him better than words ever could.
This is his being silly face:
And here is his “what’s that?” face:
This is his eating face:
And his “sister, push me faster!” face:
This is his after-nap-crying face:
And his chose-not-to-nap face:
This is his favorite place where he makes his most curious face of all:
He is fun and squishy, soft and lovable, hug-and-kiss-able, and all things wonderful. And I love him all of the time.
Happy birthday, son.
Sprout is two.
She is so big. She doesn’t swing in the baby swing anymore.
She wants to be just like me.
She is my silly,
sweet, Big Girl.
She is just two.
She is so little. The world is full of surprises,
She still gets strapped in and doesn’t like to be alone.
She looks eagerly ahead. What will next year bring?
Several weeks of waiting, 15-ish hours of labor, and Jelly Bean is in our arms.
Words cannot express…
Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth.