I was going through the blogs that I have bookmarked, and I came across the knitting blogs, and once again, they inspired me to drag out my loom. I need to get some new yarn, and this time I want to get cotton yarn that is not dyed. For some reason, I have a need to make soft, natural hats and scarves.
When my son was born six weeks early, he was placed in intensive care, and the volunteers gave him a little blue knitted cap. If they still do that, I would love to knit some of the preemie caps, because it meant so much to me back then.
My preemie baby will be 14 years old on New Year's Eve. Although he got off to a slow start, he is now close to six feet tall and way smarter than me. And believe it or not, even though his birthday is on New Year's, the whole family comes to his party every year. We just try to send them home early, so they don't drive with the drunk drivers.
Speaking of family, I am going to be an aunt again. My only nephew is 18 years old, so I have waited a long time for this! I only have one sister, and my husband is an only child, so I don't get a lot of chances. I am quite excited, because I am desperate to hold a baby. I actually introduced myself to a lady in my neighborhood who was holding two babies, in the hopes she might let me hold one. I am incredibly shy, so that was quite a feat for me.
The only reason that I know anyone in the neighborhood is because of my dogs and my kids. Most of the people with dogs are very friendly and want the dogs to "meet up," but the people with the tiny dogs always look terrified by my black dogs.
The mailman always looks scared of them, too, which gives me a strange sense of satisfaction.

Now, do these dogs look like killers? They are so sweet, that if I put my hand in their mouth, they panic that they might actually touch my hand with their teeth. The most annoying thing about them is how they act when you have food in your hand. They track your hands with their eyes, and you know they are just hoping you will accidentally drop it. The one good thing is that after the kids eat, there is no longer food on the floor under the table. But there is an incredible amount of dog hair everywhere. I love them, but I will never get a dog that sheds again. Or at least I will get one that matches the floor!