Congratulations to Tim for winning the movie line contest from Toy Story. That was fast! And a big thank you to mamma for her technical support with my blog template. You guys rock!
Here is the next movie line for you to ponder:
"I bet they ran. Like turkeys."
Good luck to all.
I've reached a point in the girlfriends swing coat pattern where I can't go any further without assistance, which makes tonight the perfect time for my knitting group. Granny Cheryl will guide me right through it. I'm so glad I switched knitting groups/locations, because this one is much more up my alley. Low key, everyone helping everyone else, no diva attitudes (unless you count mine-ha!) Tonight I'm going to pick up some Rowan Calmer in pink to knit up the Olympic Aura hat for Stephanie. You will look gorgeous in it, mon cherie.
Today after ZimDee's preschool I packed up the boys to go meet their dad for lunch. ZimDee woke up crying for his dad yesterday, and while his schedule was too busy to do anything then, he officially pencilled in his son for lunch today (gosh I love that guy). We met at the restaurant, and the Count immediately commented on how adorable both of the boys looked with their hand-knit hats on. (Their mother, on the other hand, was all rain and wind-swept, because sweet ZimDee has claimed the Noro Silk Garden hat for his own. I don't mind. Really I don't. Really.) (I'll just have to knit ANOTHER one for myself). Anyway, I came all prepared with baby food for Sproutie, which I fed to him throughout the meal. ZimDee was in great spirits and kept pointing out the fish in the big tank. Usually Sproutie and ZimDee are crying and wiggling and squirming in unison, and I have to leave the restaurant early in shame. But today they were in fine form. So fine, in fact, that a man came up to our table when he was leaving and made it a point to comment on how well-behaved the boys were, and that he was impressed. We thanked him for saying so. We also knew down in our hearts that it really depended on which day you caught us, whether the dog across the street barked three times or five times that morning, and how the planets were aligned as to how the boys would behave. In other words, it was purely by chance. But we will take the compliment, and thank you, random stranger, for taking the time to say something nice to parents who are more often frazzled than not.