Try Try Again

I want to be a perfectionist in all things. And I fail miserably. But when it comes to knitting, I endeavor to get it right (even when it gives me a splitting headache). Charlotte's pink sweater is precious, but the discovery that the sleeves were three-quarter just wouldn't fly. So last night I ripped out the hems and went at it again. Paul napped after a successful and fun Thanksgiving with the kids and out-of-town family...and I worked, knitting needles in hand. But the sweater is perfect now, suitable for at least a few months wear, and I'm happy. So now, on to the Christmas stockings. I plan to make four, one for each of us, in slightly different colors. I'll be lucky if I get one done by the time Santa arrives.




















I have a head cold that insists on lingering and a whopping sinus headache. So church was a miss (must make it there soon to adopt our family for the holiday!). I put Charlotte down for some much-needed tummy time. And while she turned her head a few times, she prefers to slumber on her belly. Cute but misguided, my dear. Harry tries very hard to join her on the mat, if only for the attention. This morning, when that proved unsuccessful, he began swatting her in the head with a sheet of newspaper. At least it wasn't a book.