He sits there with a toy in each hand and a grin on his face and just rocks and rocks and rocks until he reaches his destination. The coffee table seems to be his destination of choice so far. I think this is probably transitionary because he has also started to get up on all fours and shimmy like Bambi on the frozen pond. Yup, he's growing alright! We are entering a complete new territory and, like all the milestones that came before, it is at once exciting and heartbreaking. He's not a teeny tiny helpless baby anymore. My baby is becoming a boy!
And daddy's coming home tonight! Yay! The week actually went by faster than I thought it would: cute baby, crazy knitting, and Olympics will really help pass the time! My sister came to spend the day yesterday and ended up sleeping over. Her 5 year old son is visiting his grand-parents in Algeria and she hasn't seen him in 2 months (she leaves next week to join him there). So she needed to pass some time too and really enjoyed playing with the baby which was a welcome break for me.
Plus, she wanted to me to tach her to knit! Yay! She really really wanted to make a washcloth. She came with her own needles and yarn and proclaimed when she arrived that she couldn't go back home without a washcloth. Well she did! It's a small washcloth, but a washcloth nonetheless.
So now it's back to Julian and I and I really need to get cracking on that last Olympic sleeve. It's about a quarter of the way done. I already seamed the other sleeve and attached it to the back and fronts which are also seamed. So really all that's left is to finish knitting the sleeve, seam it and attach the collar and then I can stand upon the podium and accept my medal (got to keep my eye on the prize, you know!) And I can't wait because even though I am incredibly proud of myself, I. Really. Don't. Want. To. Knit. Brown. Stockinette. Anymore!
Have a great weekend everyone and resume knitting panic!