My Baby

Nineteen years ago today, my younger son was born.  We’ve gone from this:

 

to this:

 

and from this:

 

to this:

 

He was pretty much happy all through it except for a few months in high school, and has turned out quite nicely, thank you.  **I guess one of the bonuses of getting older and having selective memory is that even if Andrew has been a rotten child, I have chosen (subconsciously or otherwise) to forget that.   The little darling has just informed me that he hasn’t signed a release to have these pictures on the internet.  I refuse to bow in the face of intimidation, especially in light of the fact that I happen to have possession of a certain bottle of alcohol which was acquired illegally. 

I finished another multi-directional scarf today.

If you notice that one end is square and one is pointed, it’s because I ran out of wool before I could square off the pointed end.  Since the scarf is barely long enough as is, I didn’t feel like frogging back half a triangle.  I’m not sure what’s up, because the finished scarf weighs 128 grams, and the leftover wool weighed 10 grams.  Since I used three balls that were all labelled as 50 grams, I’m missing 12 grams.  It would have made the difference in squaring off the end, but what the heck.  (Yes, I have a digital postal scale.  It is my newest favourite toy.)  We’ll just call the pointy end a design feature.

Now that the scarf is done, I will re-attack the green sweater.  I have a few inches done on bigger needles (2 sizes), and I think it’s too big this time.  I guess I drop down a size and go for “third time’s a charm”.  One more false start and I may lose interest indefinitely.  There’s always the Buegler shawl I could resurrect…

We’re off for dinner tonight with Andy and two of his friends.  I think the request was for ribs, so it’s Tony Roma’s.  I have to rush and make a cake, so away I go!   Have a good one.