Proof He’s Not Grown Up
Bear with me as my ever present camera collects the evidence.
I found him:
frog hunting,
frog hunting,
On Ravelry I call it Gaming Hat, but it felt a bit like a shaming hat. I haven’t really knit that much for my son. Maybe two hats and a…
These songs were in my head or stereo most of the summer.
Some more evening pictures in my yard. Lately, I think my neighbors are used to the sound of our screen door slamming and the sight of me, just before the…
I am also my son’s school project assistant, my daughter’s semi- conscious chauffeur, and family party planner and head chef. (365 Days 266-269) All very satisfying distractions.
These photos don’t look very “winter” do they? It’s Second Spring here in Southeast Texas, but I’m knitting away on the wool socks anyhow. You probably recognize the Fine and…
I didn’t grow up on a farm where seasons and the moon determined your lifestyle. I spent the eighties in a little suburb where seasons were either new episodes of…
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Thanks for the comment on my blog, I hope you celebrated a lovely birthday 🙂
And thank you, Xanthe, for the birthday wishes. He had a great time.