Well let’s see. What major happenings have occured since Friday? Does the Boy’s first big boy hair cut count? That’s what we did on Saturday. Went to a place that specializes in kid’s hair. They’re all set up to keep the kids distracted. Each station has lots of things for kids to look at, including tvs playing videos. We don’t normally let the Boy watch tv but had agreed that it would be ok for this. So we sit him up in the chair and he’s looking around. Put the strap around his waist and the big bib/apron thing they put on you at the salon. What’s that thing called? It’s escaped me right now. I told the stylist that I didn’t want a “style”, didn’t want to lose the baby look, but that he needed to be trimmed around the ears, even up the neckline and the bangs. She says ok. He’s sitting there, doing really good,thinking this is all pretty neat when suddenly she spritzed him with the water and it was as if he was slapped. He got this look on his face, then squinched his eyes shut and opened his mouth. Tears were squirting out between his clenched eyelids and he was just bawling as loud as he could. He opened his eyes and I realized he couldn’t see where either of us were and told the Rock Star to get over where the baby could see him. Guess what he does? Stops to take a damn picture. I may have shoved him as my maternal instincts went into overdrive and I simply had to get to where my baby could see me and not be scared. I got down on my knees in front of him and sang ABCs and made all the animal sounds (onlookers be damned) while he stared at me with tears streaming down his face and crying for all he was worth. The stylist was a real pro! She just kept clipping and in a short time (felt like an eternity) she announced, “All done!!”, and I started tearing that apron/bib thingie off of him, unhooking him from the chair and gathered him up in my arms. And that was the last I saw of my little baby boy. He looks like a big boy now. Very cute, and the haircut is just what I asked for, I just had not prepared myself for how much it would change his looks. I’m so proud of him, but I’m sad, too. They grow up so damned fast.

Before:

During:

Check out his face in the mirror:

After:

Everything’s better with breadsticks:

Last weekend we bought him a little table and two chairs at Ikea. Heretofore he’s not figured out how to get himself up on one of the chairs. Facing front that is. A couple times this past week he’s gotten himself up there, but ended up sitting backwards with his legs sticking out the back. Today was a very big day. He climbed up on his chair and turned around and faced the table. He was so proud of himself and we cheered him on! It was so cute.

I’ve been teaching him to say Daddy when I say, “Who’s a spaz?”. He’s catching on very well.

That’s my big boy.

I finished the back on the Weasley Sweater I’m knitting the Boy. Time to cast on for the front.

But first a break to work on the pink socks. I’m almost to the gusset increases. I really love this two socks on two circs thing!! I’m searching the internet for a pattern with a turned heel (not the short row), that’s written for toe up, two socks on two circs. No luck so far. I may have to resort to removing one from needles while I do the heel, then putting it back on. I’m hoping to avoid that. Everything else about this sock is turning beautifully!!

I ordered some Lorna’s Laces yarn from Ebay. Two skeins each of Shepherd Sport and Shepherd Sock. I’ve been hovering over the mailbox ever since. I won’t be able to start them yet, but that won’t stop me from fondling them. Yarn pervert, that’s me.

I got the Aran Knitting book from the library. It’s loverly. I wrote to Interweave Press to ask if they ever planned on reprinting it, and they promptly replied to say that Alice Starmore owns all the rights, and there was some small possiblility she was considering a revision. That would be pretty cool. It’s a shame that this beautiful work is out of the financial reach of many of us. I’d pay the author $35 – $50, but not $230 on Ebay.

I had my heart set on St Brigid, but the Rock Star said he doesn’t like it. He likes all the detail, but the fit of the sweater looks like a flour sack, he said. I’m bummed. If he doesn’t like it, it takes some of the fun out of it for me. I’m well aware that I can knit and wear any damn thing I like, but I like to have him like what I’m wearing. If I’m gonna put that much money, work and time into a garment, I really want him to like it, too. I like St Ciaran a lot. I can imagine myself cozied up on the couch wrapped in that. And the cables and celtic design is just as gorgeous as St Brigid.