Knitty Couture

For the Knitting Winter Olympics, I wavered over whether to knit mittens, a hat of some sort, socks or any other small project that might feasibly get completed during this challenge.  In the end, I chose a hat… for Gram.  Really, how much smaller can I go?

There was a tinge of guilt when I casted on, knowing full well that this project was so small, it may indeed get completed well before the Olympic flames go out.

When we decided to take a short road trip down South, I felt even guiltier.  An unexpected last-minute decision to visit my parents in Arkansas over the weekend had afforded me some well-deserved knitting time on the road… and a jumpstart on the hat.

But then we came back.  And my free time was over.  Needless to say, I didn’t feel so bad anymore.  In the last three days, I accomplished this:

Oh, and my hairstylist said road trips were great for kids this age.  Apparently, they sleep most of the way.  Not Gram.  He slept his usual nap amount (i.e., 2-3 hrs) and proceeded to wail and try to get out of the carseat for the remainder of the time.

I will admit that not every spare moment was devoted to this project because well, it’s a hat… for Gram.  Surely, I can complete it before the 28th.  Surely.  I could be working on it right now, but then I wouldn’t have a story to tell you.

In Gram news,  the little kangaroo is growing bigger by the day.  My mom informs me, “The bigger he gets, the stronger you become.”  Boy, is she right.   These arm muscles aren’t so flabby anymore!

Gram is about 10 wks old.  He’s drooling and making bubbles like there’s no tomorrow.  My husband threatens to glue a bib to him for life.  I just pat his cute little mouth with a tissue.  Gram also talks and babbles so much more and absorbs everything like a sponge.   He loves seeing himself in the mirror and watches with interest short videos of himself.  He must wonder who that little person waving his arms and legs and making cute coos is.  Love the sheep icon?

He loves sucking on his hands.  Did I mention he loves sucking on his hands?  They’re in his mouth every minute of the day.  Sometimes his little thumb sticks out and makes its lone way into his mouth too.  As of late, we’ve resorted to removing his mittens off during the day because within minutes, he gets them (and his chin) sopping wet.

More recently, he has begun to pull himself upright.  “I want UP!” he says.