Fuzzy Fireman

This blog is supposed to be about knitting, but you wouldn't know it by my last few posts. Oh, well. It's my blog, I'll post what I want to.


Anyway, photos of my latest FO... the felted Fireman hat from Vickie Howell's New Knits on the Block. I love this book! I want to make almost everything in it for the kids in my life.


I tried making a cowboy hat version of this last year without the extended brim for my nephew Wyatt, but I over-felted it and it wouldn't fit on a 6lb infant! So, this time I was more cautious, maybe too cautious.

He'll grow into it.

My embroidery skills are a little lacking, but I hope to take a class at Make soon. Until then, hurrah, I move this from the WIP list to Recently Finished!!

Dry Run

We went to visit 2-day-old Everett Smith yesterday and I'm calling it a dry run. What a tiny little dude! 6lbs! I could put him in my purse. And I threatened to.

(Poster children for teen pregnancy prevention)

Donovan saw me holding him and said, "No! That's not your baby. That's her baby!" pointing at Kerry. Then, I invited him to come see him and he wanted to show him the buses. He laughed and said, "Ooh, he's so tiny! He has little feet!" All was good. I'm breathing a small sigh of relief, but he knows who Everett belongs to and he didn't come home with us....

I especially like this picture.

Me holding the baby. Jim in the background looking for an escape.

The Littlest Longhorn

We decided to see how Donovan would fare at a UT game this year. Last year he lasted 3 quarters, so we thought he might actually enjoy the fanfare this year.

After taking a really exciting shuttle bus ride, we arrived in time for the opening band performance, the World's Largest Texas Flag, singing "The Eyes" and the running of the horns. He loved it. He clapped, he yelled, he tried "Go Horns Go!" When we tried to help him hook 'em he would pout sadly saying, "No, I can't do it." We'll keep practicing.

The first quarter began. He jumped and yelled for the first few plays along with the crowd and then... he sat on my lap and then....

Out. For almost two straight quarters, through bands playing and fans cheering and yelling (mostly yelling...) all around, he slept!

He awoke in time for the halftime performance and a little snack and then....

Rain. Torrential Texas-sized raindrops. We were lucky to have a blanket we intended for him to sit on available and dry for wrapping up in the air conditioned shuttle bus on the way back. And I was worried about it being too hot.

When I ask if he had fun he says, "Yeah" but it's his "I don't really know what to say, I haven't quite learned to lie - Yeah."

Yeah.

Introducing Georgie

I have few readers who don't already know the news, (few readers period) but a new feature has been added to kcknits... the baby ticker! We're happily waiting the arrival of baby #2 on April 14. (And the reason for my infrequent blogging... either too tired or not feeling well.)

The cool little widget to the right shows an image of the baby's development day by day. Dontcha just love the Internet?

The nickname is Georgie. When we ask Donovan if he wants a baby sister or a baby brother he says, "No, I want Curious George." Well, babe, we already have one monkey in the house, why not another?

Love's Labour's Lost

I never thought it would happen to me.

We had just arrived at the New Hampshire airport after a surprisingly calm airplane ride with a 2-year-old when my husband handed the sleeping boy to me and gathered our items. Later, in the car halfway to the in-law's house I go digging for my knitting bag for the remaining hour car ride and... it's gone. Left on the plane.

(This is where you knitters gasp in horror. As if I have to tell you.)

Lost:

• The completed back of the Tulip top
• The first 3 inches of one front half
• About 5 skeins of yarn (fortunately purchased on Elann.com, so financial loss is not too bad)
• Travel bag of basic tools: stitch markers, row counter, stitch holders, etc.
• My favorite project bag which was just a recycled plastic zipper from a pair of sheets I bought, but it opened flat and was awesome.

Yes, I've called the airport. New Hampshire ships everything to the central lost and found which happens to be in Dallas, so there was hope. Maybe I can swing by to pick it up. Then I called the Dallas office:

"Due to the extremely high volume of calls we cannot return all calls. Describe your item and if we are able to locate it we will call you back." Not holding my breath. But, I refuse to take it off my WIP list for now.

Sigh.

I had emailed someone about a KAL a few months ago and she told me she lost her project on a plane. I told her I don't know what I'd do. Know I know.

Therapeutic yarn shopping. Photos coming soon.

I knew you were going to wear that!

Even though we're 7 years apart, my sister and I have this weird fashion ESP. I'll never forget when she came home from college and I was in junior high and we had bought the exact same bathing suit. It was the '80s and it was pretty hideous, if I recall correctly. Peach and gray stripes - not a tankini, but the belly cut out and the sides attached. So hot.

We still do it on occasion, not wearing the exact same thing, but something similar. Like, at her rehearsal dinner we both wore sundresses with a chocolate brown and white spot thing going on. I've decided to start asking before I get dressed for a major event. Whoever is out of town and has only one outfit option wins.

Well, now we have two boys who are 10 months apart. We met in Salado for a weekend of swimming and just getting away. And.... here's the rest of the story:

(To any visiting knitters - I will get back to the knitting blogs eventually. Just haven't been up to it lately... more on why later... )

Future Fisherman

We just got back from a field trip to the Texas Freshwater Fisheries Center. (Doing all I can to wear the boy out while Dad is out of town for work.) It's a neat place about an hour out of Dallas with a fish hatchery, catch and release pond, alligators and a tram tour of the hatchery.

"Hey fish, what you doin'? Wanna eat lunch with us?" (actual quote)

It's a bit too hot for fishing (and someone is a little too impatient), but no too hot to feed the catfish and explore the other aquariums. Too bad cousin Wyatt, the true fish lover, couldn't join us.

We'll do it again sometime when it's cooler!