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.