One whole year

How is it possible that I whole year has gone by?  It feels like yesterday, and a lifetime ago.  I can't imagine living without this baby. 

He wanted nothing to do with the cake (gluten free, dairy free chocolate peanut butter with marshmallow frosting, made especially for him by a very dear friend) unless his daddy was holding him.  

It was his party, and he would cry if he wanted to. I wish i felt this way about cake. 

Apparently he is civilized and has wonderful manners.  He would only eat it if daddy was holding him and feeding him with a spoon. 

And finally, after much coaxing..  like, a lot of coaxing.  For real. He decided he could be a typical 1 year old. 

Finished!!

I finally finished the Jen.  Blocked and everything. I have decided that it is indeed love. I was so very up in the air. It is a fine line between love and hate. 
But this? This I love.  I love the sleeve length. I love the modified neck. I love Llama Lace. I love to love the Jen.

So much in fact, that I am to the sleeves on another Jen already. 

This is a knit that I finished months ago, and FINALLY decided to block it. It turned out perfectly perfect.  I knit it for my close friend, and he has been wearing it every time I have seen him since.  That makes him knit worthy. There are few people that I consider knit worthy. 

However, this baby is knit worthy. She is the baby of a knitter. See? That pretty Uchiha makes you automatically knit worthy.  This is knitpicks Chroma fingering. 

The start if the new Jen, which is now nearly done. 

Walking, walking, running

The baby started walking several weeks ago, but he would sit down every time I tried to get a picture. Just over the last week he has decided that crawling is for the birds, and has started walking full time.  He is just so. Darn. Cute!  I can hardly stand it.

He is so proud of himself. And so, so busy. Heaven help us. 

(Please forgive my messy house in ever single picture. I swear it is not always messy. Ok, that is mostly a lie. I have 6 kids people. SIX home schooled kids.  That means they are always here. Always. Except the married one. I wish she was here more.)

Walking at one week shy of ten months, and full on foot bound at 11 months. 

He also has so crazy hair that I had to show off. 

This is bed head at its finest. He is nursing in this picture, while staring into my eyes. I love this little turkey. 

It is hard to believe he will be a year old the end of this week. But for now? For now he is still 21 months old. 

Blocking all the knits

I finally finished my modified Jen. I am still undecided if it is a love or hate thing.  I do love the modified neck. I love the sleeve length.  I don't love the solid Boeing color.  I don't love the sleeve width.  I don't love the unrevealed stitch gauge.  I don't love that I haven't lost the baby weight and am approximately the size of a small whale.  

So the baby and I threw it in a tub, where the water quickly drained, so we started again.  

And I blocked that puppy.  Because blocking fixes everything.  I am sure I can simply block out this extra 60 pounds. No problem.

And I also blocked the boyfriend, and a cute little dress that I knit.  

Here is proof.  

Proof that if the yarn room isn't well guarded it will be taken over by a laptop armed gamer. I just blocked around him, since he was on my blocking couch. I made sure he and the boyfriend sweater were extra comfy. and then??

I cast on another Jen. It feels like maybe life isn't as fun without a Jen on the needles.  

All about the knitting, almost

I love knitting. I truly love it, like a fat kid loves cake. (Let's face it, what I mean is "like i love cake.)  Some days I can hardly control the love. 

And some days I can hardly love the love. 

This is Rowe in Frog Tree. Frog Tree is no more, and that is a very sad thing since their yarn is delicious.  Oh, and the company was all sorts of awesome. 

Rowe began with a beautiful tubular cast on.  We are just getting acquainted, but I can see a long, happy relationship. 

This is going to grow up to be Ink. The sad thing, the bitterly horrible thing, is that one of my needles seems to have run off somewhere.  I had neglected it in the knitting bag for...  well a long while. But I did carry her everywhere. Unfortunately, that means the lost needle could be anywhere. 

But this yarn..  this yarn!!

And a Jen, of course.  This is my addiction. I knit it over, and over, and over again.  She is perfection each and every time. The pattern is probably my favorite ever. 

Until this time.  It has taken me forever to knit this particular Jen, and...  I kind of hate her.  I feel no love. I keep knitting with high hopes that will change. 

The yarn is Llama Lace, which I do love. So much. 

And this sexy beast (the sweater, not Ben, though Ben is positively adorable) is The boyfriend sweater (Again, the sweater, not Ben). It is finished, and had been for awhile..  except blocking.  I have yet to block this puppy. 

And since this is a out my fine creations over the last year (which will continue to be posted about, playing catch up) this is my finest creation. He is so perfect.

And I love this picture so much. I am thinking of blowing it up to a very large size and hanging it on my wall. 

More firsts, and holidays

Starting in October. Apparently pumpkins are easily confused with breasts. He spent a long trying to latch onto this. 

Carving pumpkins is delicious.

Our little Halloween Tiger. 

He was Pooh for while, 

But decided to go with sexy and did the Jack Frost thing instead.  He is so stinking cute!

And Lil miss was a butterfly, as adorable as ever.  

The other guy decided scary was ok

And this one nearly disappeared as my little shadow. He is tiny!  Notice the naked cat butt in the background.  Can't fail to point that out. 

And the newlyweds came out to play also. 

This is how our tree spent a lot of the month of December.  It is the" mobile baby, and puppy" style of decor.  

Mostly because it made the candy canes more accessible.  

And in the midst of the crazy, this Lil lady turned 8!

And then there was Christmase

Which means gingerbread houses

And gifts

And time with the family. It was perfectly perfect.