Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Taking our time in Vancouver

Well, waiting is certainly not my strong suit. Leah is beautifully round and full of baby and the baby does not seem to be ready to make an appearance just yet. So we wait in wet Vancouver.

However, I am blessed enough to have a week old baby to stave off the cravings. His name is Judah and he is perfectly sweet. I was here three weeks after his older brother Tait was born and they look so alike. It is very cool to watch Shiloh and Tait (only 4 months apart) playing together and to chat about those days six years ago when they were babies crying in concert in Amanda's hallway. Is it just me or does time seem to move in sudden spurts?

Another odd event of the week past is that while making fun of her ridiculously huge stash of yarn, my sister somehow sucked me into her obsessive knitting universe. I knit a sock, almost by accident, with her next to me like a little fellow on my shoulder full of tempting whispers. I now have a starter stash of my own and for the life of me, cannot repeat a heel flap (let alone turn the thing) but I find it oddly exciting to restart the sock every time I have to frog it. I think I have become lost down the path of no return and there is a bunch of knitters hanging out at a coffee shop down by three bags full giggling about it.


Anonymous said...

We miss you! And, um, frog it? What? I don't understand!


Mrs.Q said...

That will teach you to disrespect your elders! Mwahahahah!