This morning The Fraggle is wearing her newly hand-me-downed sweater dress that The Munchkin never got to wear. But that’s okay… Continue reading
It is not very often that we get snow at our house. And even less often that it comes in December.
A Friday ritual inspired by SouleMama. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
Introducing the “Strawberry Sweater”, so named by The Munchkin.
I did say that the four year old named it that, right? And when do four year olds ever make sense?
She does have a rhyme to her reason this time, however. When I showed her the photo of the example sweater that I was knitting for her (it’s Pepper, by the way), she focused in on the pretty strawberry buttons and that was all she could think about from that moment on.
Gorgeously dyed purples, greens, and browns – a colorway named “Rapunzel”, her favorite princess, no less! – and all she talked about was the strawberry buttons!
At least I made it big enough that when she does like it again, it might still fit.
Oh, while I am here – this pattern, like every other pattern that I have bought from this designer, is well written, thorough, and easy to use. It is worth every penny.
Season passes to the zoo are wonderful things. We can pick up some In-and-Out and then go watch the giraffes for an hour while The Fraggle pushes her stroller around in circles and into passers-by. Going to the zoo for an hour or two is much more doable than spending an entire day trudging around in the hot sun trying to see everything and get our moneys worth. As it was, two hours did me in and this old pregnant body reminded me of it for days. But we had fun, and that has been in short supply since the pregnancy began, so at least I went to bed that night feeling like a good mom for the first time in a few months.
So, there we were, looking for a parking spot so that we could spend a couple hours at the zoo. I always drive right up to the entrance first, you know, because there might be a space waiting for me right by the gate. It happens. This time, however, it didn’t.
“I don’t know why I always do that,” I remarked to the kids. “I always think there will be a spot open this close. I guess I am just an optimist.”
After a brief pause, The Munchkin piped up from the back seat, “Mama! You’re not a octopus!”
And that is why everyone should have kids. They keep you smiling.