He Doesn't Mind the Hats

Last night, for the first time since we left the hospital, I picked up needles and knit about 4 inches on a very simple lace scarf. Milo will sleep for about 40 minutes after a feeding, and I've also managed to get him to sleep in the sling, so though I rarely have two hands free, there are times when I think I'll be able to get a little (very little, very simple) knitting done. The sling is asymmetrical, though, and that means that one arm seems shorter than the other. This may affect tension.

I have nothing to show for my meager efforts of last night, or...nothing interesting anyway, so instead, I'll share more photos of my offspring, who, despite a raging case of baby acne, is the Cutest Little Thing.

(Perhaps not so little. At his 6 week checkup, he weighed in at 10 lbs, 4 oz. He'd gained a full pound in the two weeks since his last appointment. Though he is riding the 50% wave in weight, dude's up off the top of the height chart. This does not surprise us in the slightest.)

So, here's some proof that he's smiling, and that he is loved by knitters. The yellow hat is from his Great Great Aunt Renee, and the green one is one of mine. It's a little big, and he looks distinctly like Mushmouth when it falls down over his eyes (but we don't say that too loudly in case he has a fragile ego).