Dad received a picture of the kids for his desk at work, and a newly knitted winter hat.
(Apparently three year olds are not the best secret keepers, as Dad heard about his hat the day after I cast on. Who’d have thought. He was surprised by the portrait, at least).
This afternoon we’re headed down to Kenosha, so the kids can hang out with my parents while Ben and I go out to a little pub on the lake that we used to eat at when we were dating. I like that he likes to do nostalgic stuff like that.
Waiting for that oven timer to beep:
Happy Birthday to you:
(Hat pattern available here).