I took a blogging break for a bit. Three weeks in MN visiting family and attending and participating in weddings, followed by two weeks of walking pneumonia for me. And now, the holidays.
So much has changed with Ingrid. She's 15 months now, and running, not walking. She took her first steps at 14 months, but it took her another 4 weeks of crawling/walking/crawling/walking to get comfortable being a biped. She runs like a little marionette, limbs lifted by invisible strings at the elbows and knees. Her favorite activity is being chased and slamming the toilet seat down. She is also talking up a storm. In addition to body parts, she's got animal sounds down, as well as "numb nuts," her father's favorite epitaph for her. Everything is "keys!," "cheese," "deer!," "milk!," and "knitting needles!'' all the time. That last one is my fault.
This year I've decided to knit or crochet all holiday gifts. I learned how to knit years ago, but never really became obsessed until this year. Mostly I think that's because motherhood has made me infinitely more patient and willing to work through tedious and frustrating things, like deciphering a fair isle pattern or feeding a toddler a bowl of soup. But also, motherhood has made me poor. And I'm not the kind of person who can just browse the mall during the holidays; if I'm there I'll spend money, and so it's best to just stay home and knit. Besides, in the last decade, the Internet has exploded with the most insane and brilliant knitting sites and bloggers. And if you can't figure out a stitch, youtube will have some patient women named Marlene explaining it to you in 3 minutes. It's unreal.
I still have the make all the women in my family (mom, sister, SIL) their cowls, which is the project I hope to start during this naptime. I'll post pictures later.
