Shawn and I had a doctors appointment for Jem last night. I decided to bring my Orchids socks with me because I needed something to do. I decided then and there that I wouldn’t continue to work on these socks. Why? Because they ended up being way too long, due to the “Knitty Gritty” taping. (If I was allowed to have a pattern on hand, I probably wouldn’t of kept on knitting straight.) So I had Shawn take out the needles and start the frogging process. It was hard. But, (yes there’s a but), now that I know I can turn the heel and pick up stitches, I’m ok with reknitting them.
What’s this, you ask?
Yesterday turned out to be a fairly ok day. I didn’t make my Dr. appointments because the car didn’t get done until around 1. So I rescheduled, (with the hope that these spark plugs stay in place this time!)
But, today hasn’t necessarily been all the great. Dalton got sick! On my couch. On my MICROFIBER couch. *sigh* He’s sleeping on the loveseat. He seems to be better. I think I’m just getting sick of cleaning throw up. Who wouldn’t?
But then I see her and it makes everything all better!
She’s trying so hard to hold her neck up. As much as I love her and as much as she makes me happy, she also makes me very sad. I know it’s silly to say. But I remember when Jem was born how I wished for him to grow up. To talk. To walk. To do something. I didn’t enjoy the first year with him. I was 17. I was impatient. I didn’t know what I was doing. But now I look at Scout and I wish I could stop time and live in a bubble for a little while. I don’t want her to grow up. I don’t want her to talk. I don’t want her to walk. I want her to stay little. I’m 26. I’m still impatient, but not quite in a rush anymore. And now, I know what I’m doing, (somewhat).
How can I look at her and want her to grow up?
*sigh* Ah, she’s my heart. And while I don’t get much knitting done, (but I know you all think I do, my secret is that most of my recent posts are only about buying yarn, not knitting it, *sinister laugh*), I’m ok with staying busy doing Scout stuff.