Socks and travel
We had a great trip up to Boston, although we did leave our mark, as we usually do. Sunday night my mom came down with the stomach bug that we had had the weekend before. Whatever that bug is, it sure hangs around for a long time, laying in wait to jump on board the next unsuspecting victim. Fortunately, Saturday and Sunday were filled with lots of resting, relaxing, and eating.
Last week I knitted a pair of socks for Holly. Or maybe it was the week before. Time has no meaning. Anyway, while I was working on them, I asked Henry if he wanted me to make him a pair, to which he replied, rather adamantly, that no, he did not want a pair of socks. Then one day Holly was slipping and sliding all over the house in her new socks, when Henry pops up at my side and says he's changed his mind. I think he needed to see the finished product to make sure that they were indeed a pair of socks, and not just a lead-in to dreaded hugs and kisses or something along those lines. I'm only guessing; I have no idea what goes through that kid's mind. So I cast on a sock and diligently worked on it whenever I had a chance. It finally came off the needles on Saturday morning right after breakfast, and don't you know he whipped off his socks and put on the one that I had made him? He spent the rest of the day running around the house with only one sock on. It was very cute and sweet and gave me the warm fuzzies, until around 3 o'clock in the afternoon when he zipped up next to where I was zoning out watching TV, got right up next to my ear, and started chanting "Sock, sock, sock, sock, sock, sock, sock," etc., etc., ad infinitum until finally I asked him if he was suggesting that I get working on the other one. He said yes, he was hinting something along those lines, so I cast on the other sock. I didn't think I would finish it all that quickly, but there was a lot of down-time the rest of the afternoon, and after the kids were in bed, we watched "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World", so I got a lot of knitting done. In fact, I got a whole sock's worth of knitting done. Let's hear it for sort-of thick yarn and little kiddo feet. The next morning Henry put both of his socks on and didn't take them off until last night. They were the most satisfying thing I've ever made, mostly because of how much they were immediately appreciated.
The rest of the time in Boston was spent covertly passing the stomach bug on to my mom, making pomander balls, cutting up paper snowflakes, eating chinese food, talking about making cookies, going for a walk, staying in pajamas all day, drinking hot chocolate, listening to music, drinking wine, making nachos, and keeping Holly out of trouble. The other big development is that Holly has christened my dad "Paw-paw". It's adorable.
Henry wasn't happy we were only there for two days. He thinks four would have been nicer. I do, too.