Tuesday, December 02, 2008

december two :: 24 weeks old

Mack is 24 weeks old today.

I received another installment of the Vesper Sock Yarn Club, in Fireside. (LOVE IT!)

And I received my November package from my Falling for Ewe swap pal. (My October package is still AWOL). My pal, who I now know is Judith, rocks - she sent me some Malabrigo Sock Yarn in Abril! Oh my delicious! I cannot wait to try it out!

And here is the rest of the package! A Mini Fireside kit - which was on my want list! A needle case (love it! never seen it before!) and a pair of earrings as well as a knit book!

Here is the knitting earrings. Oh my gosh - I LOVE THEM. Don't they rock?? They're gorgeous!

Thanks Judith! You are an awesome pal! (I hope October's package is just taking the scenic route and it's not lost in the postal system somewhere).

Mackie had his very first sit up bath tonight. He's still not 100% sitting, but very good and getting there. He no longer fits into the other tub I had for him (very newborn) and it's not the greatest for him to sit up in (not padded/comfortable), so we blew up the duck over the weekend and he loved it! (Though, I'm not sure what he was thinking when he tried to climb out of it! LOL)

I've got the house to myself tonight, Jamie's out playing poker, so I'll leave you with this poem so I can go enjoy some peace & quiet now that both boys are in bed! (Sweet deal!) (I put this poem in the Montreal Knitting Guild Newsletter - which I'm in charge of - and just think it's too cute not to share!)

KNITTERS CHRISTMAS EVE

'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
Was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'Cause the heels and toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
And the sweater for him was six inches too small,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tripped over my yarn and fell down with a crash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how much I still had to go.
Out on my lawn I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both Dad and the boys.
And though I was tired, my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
But what I heard then left me perplex-ed,
For not a name I heard was what I expected,
"Move, Ashford! Move, Lopi! Move, Addi and Clover!
Move, Reynolds! Move Starmore! Move Froelich --move over
Paton, don't circle 'round; stand in the line.
Come now, you sheep will work out just fine!
I know this is hard; it's just your first year,
I'd hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer."
I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing.
And then, in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's feet coming across the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
And as I turned 'round St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were hand knit from above to below.
A bright Fairisle sweater he wore on his back,
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf 'round his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
The back of his mittens bore an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I espied a small label,
"S.C." was duplicate stitched on the cuff,
And I asked, "Hey, Nick, did you knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied, "Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when I was a kid."
He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I'd thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair,
He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
Where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two,
For the first time I thought I might really get through.
He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks.
While I sat back drinking scotch on the rocks.
So quickly like magic his needles they flew
That he was all finished by quarter to two.
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me,
And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon,
"Next year start your knitting sometime around June!"

8 comments:

Bea said...

Great packages! I love the red yarn. Yum.

Mack looks so cute in the ducky!

Nell said...

Awww!!! Cute poem.

Amelah said...

LOVE those earrings!! And that yarn! The last one! Oy!! Where does it come from? I want a skein! the Malabrigo Sock Yarn in Abril!! YUMMY!!!!!

ahufford said...

Oo, yarn! I can't believe how big Mackie's getting - and he's so cute sitting in the ducky! Your poem is cute.

michelle w said...

I read that book, Knitting Under the Influence....very cute!

Sarah B. said...

Love the poem! I'm definitely linking to it from my page later tonight!

Knitting under the Influence is a really fun read, I think you'll like it. I do love the knit-lit!

So nice getting to talk to you yesterday!

g-girl said...

nice package..malabrigo sock yarn?? it's yummy, isn't it?? love the earrings. I think I saw something like them before and thought of you. love the poem!

Tara said...

Wow, you've got the best mailman EVER!