Owen came in the office today with his baby in the stroller. He doesn't usually play with this toy, but I keep encouraging him to play with it to somewhat help prep him for the new baby. After climbing in the stroller and feeding it the bottle, he threw the doll into the pantry closet and ran away. What a good big brother!
I have the fingers of an old woman. That's partly because of my Grandma Mitchie (my hands are just like hers; when I looked at her hands it felt like I was looking into my future) but mostly it's because I have been knitting so much. I have completed some really cool projects lately, but can't show them off on the blog on account of a few people seeing their Christmas presents.
Today I read this quote on a message board and I think it TOTALLY fits my knitting: Unhomme a chevalvajamaisvoir ca... (Cajun French for "A man on horseback will never notice that.") I'm not so sure that my beginner knitting is gift-worthy, but I'm trying my best to knit well and save money this year! Anyway, all I have been doing for the past two weeks is knit, and my hands can prove it. I need some good moisturizer and a housekeeper STAT!
After two years of waiting, our little bald baby finally had enough hair for a cut. Not that it was really all that long, but there was some growing over his ears and each day when Owen rolled out of bed, he looked a little bit more like a grandpa on Christmas morning! He didn't mind his haircut at all, because he got to sit in this adorable firetruck chair and play with the bells and whistles. The crying started as we were leaving, because Owen wanted so badly to sit in the other airplane chair, too. Poor baby!