She is Misery

and I am Company. (get it? Misery loves Company?). Ok, that's my lame attempt at being funny this morning. But, give me a break, I was up every hour last night with a sad, screaming baby. Libby is sick. I am sick. It's no fun at my house.

So, I leave you with a story from my archives. Taken from September 2006 (Amelia was just a wee babe and Seth was 2), this is a story about knitting -- something I love :)

I love to knit. Have I mentioned that before? I love that it challenges me. Not that mothering doesn't challenge me, but when I don't like how my knitting is going, I can fix it! I can either rip it out, or tink (knit spelled backwards). I get results pretty quickly - good results. It makes me feel better about myself. And - yarn only loves me. The wool loves me and never talks back, hits, screams, steps on Amelia's head, or cries incessently for me to hold it...wait, yest it does.

I am learning to knit socks. This is more difficult than I thought it would be. Socks are so common. everyone has them. They can't be THAT hard. But, for me, it is. I have already ripped out my socks 6 times in the last 48 hours. I will get it. When I do, I'll show you a picture of it!

Seth told me tonight that he wants to knit. Music to my ears! I can't wait to teach him. I need to learn how to finger knit so I can teach him that first. I think it will be easier for him. I just finished a sun hat for him. The only reason I made one for him is because he really wanted one. I made one for Amelia and it was too big. I gave it to my niece, Tess (she is 11 days older than Amelia, but has a bigger head). So, then I knit another one for Amelia. Seth really needed one, so he got one. I haven't blocked it yet, so it looks like a ruffle on the brim. My brother, Chip, said that he looks like a woman in it. It will be SO much cuter when I get it blocked.

I went on Friday night to see the Yarn Harlot. She was hilarious. It is nice to know I'm not alone in my obsession with knitting and yarn. Well, I knew I wasn't alone. I have my sweet sister Stephanie to thank for my obsession. It was fun. If you check back on her site, you'll see a picture of Amelia. There is an old adage that claims that if an expert knitter places knitting needles in a babys hands, the child will be clever at knitting. So, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee (the Yarn Harlot's real name) placed needles in Amelia's hands. We were laughing that A didn't want to let go of them! She has a great future!

Knitting is taking over my sugar addiction. Ok, kind of. It is filling that void by keeping my hands busy. I can't eat and knit at the same time. I've tried, it doesn't work too well. So, maybe this can be my new diet. The Knitting Diet. I can see it now...it will be the newest fad that sweeps the nation!