knitting, nature and living with autism in the family
Today is Toby's 11th birthday.
He's now ten years older and a lot bigger than he was in this clip but the same Baby Einstein video he was watching then is still one of his favourites to this day.
Though he's now almost as tall as me, he remains so much a little boy in a big boy's body but I love him just as he is.
I’ve been sitting here, in the quiet of the early afternoon, with my cup of coffee, sewing up bunny heads and pondering just how it can be 28 years since these two young people went out on their first ever date, and yet yesterday their oldest child became a teenager. Doesn’t time whizz when you’re not paying attention to it?
Yes, that is me holding a very dodgy ‘art’ project which is supposed to represent a dragonfly wing. The homemade aran jumper is sound though, even back then I loved knitting – good job I’ve stuck to it and not sculpture eh?!
I was going to show you a picture of the misty afghan now that it has 96 squares (12 x 8). I spread it out neatly ready to take a photo but when I came back from getting the camera (which it seems is never where I think I have left it) someone had decided it looked like a good place for a picnic!
I am planning to add one more row, making the finished blanket 12 x 9 squares and then I’ll make a start on the border. I’ll try to get a photo then without it being obscured by a bowl of cheerios and a munching boy!
