Happy Halloween!

Dear Kristen,

Is Little Mister dressing up today?  The Munchkin and Little Man are, though trick-or-treating will be modified due to their parents’ obligations.  That’s okay – there will still be candy!!

Halloween 2011



Halloween 2012

2012 - Pirate.  Mommy's choice.

2012 – Pirate. Mommy’s choice.

Halloween 2013

2013 - 80s Dancer.  Daddy's choice.

2013 – 80s Dancer. Daddy’s choice.

Halloween 2014

2014 - Cowgirl - Munchkin's choice

2014 – Cowgirl – Munchkin’s choice

And her cow...

And her cow…


Presents Make Everything Better

Dear Erin,

Poor Little Man! And Munchkin looks almost as worn out as you sound. I wish I could fly across the country and help you out. But I’m afraid it’ll have to be prayers and occasional presents that wing their way toward you instead.

Do you mind if I show off the latest present I sent for your sad little boy? Maybe it’s not tummy aches making him cry; maybe he’s cold. If so, you could wrap him up in these. (And, no, I don’t really think he’s cold.)

We saw this picture before.

bluepuerpurium1Here’s the entire thing:


Pattern: Puerperium (my standard for newborns, although it may be time to change things up). Yarn: Ella Rae Lace Merino DK in color “105.” (That’s some inspired naming, there.)

With the rest of the yarn, I made my standard hat:


It took two goes because, after who-knows-how-many years of knitting, your brilliant sister still hasn’t learned to swatch with a new yarn, so the first one was too small. Swirl Hat. It’s a great pattern, as it stretches pretty amazingly. But, again, it might be getting time to change things up. I’m getting a little bored now that I’ve done it at least five times.

Well, six, since this one was knitted twice.

In fact, I have a plan for Little Mister’s next hat which is completely different. (It’s pretty cool in our house, and he’s grown out of all his hats except his Viking hat, which is awesome but itchy.)

Here’s a more artsy picture of your Little Man’s hat.


Well, more close up anyway. Munchkin’s present is on the needles now, and close to being finished, so it will be on its way before long!

This Friday is Halloween. Little Mister is going out either as Tigger or as Calvin (with Hobbes). Pictures next week!


Fall Dishes

Dear Kristen,

Last Wednesday, this is what I titled my post – but it didn’t get past the title.  This is why:


Stomach aches are hard for Little Men – blasted dairy (which I’ve eliminated for a while, but there was some hidden in something I ate).

And instead of doing fall things – like finding pumpkins (your little pumpkin is adorable), eating acorn squash (which no one liked), and finalizing Halloween costumes, we dealt with tears.


And not getting out of pjs all day long.


And working on this


Update soon!

Pumpkin Redux

Dear Erin,

They say that tragedy is just comedy that hasn’t finished yet. How true that is.

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You might have noticed he has a new “smile” for the camera. Seven months old, and he’s already a ham. But my pumpkin mission is accomplished for the year, so we can live happily ever after.

An October Tragedy

Dear Erin,

I’m thinking all your squirrels lived in the two trees you took down. Unfortunately, not all your acorns lived in those trees as well. They’ll come back eventually.

The squirrels, I mean.

This weekend, we drove with some friends over to Half Moon Bay, to their Art & Pumpkin festival. My main goal was to take cute pictures of Little Mister in a pumpkin patch. (Most of the temporary pumpkin patches around here are set up in parking lots and dominated by bouncy castles; more carnivalesque and less photogenic.) More than any other typical holiday photos, there’s something about babies with pumpkins that appeals to me. Not really sure why – the vibrant colors, maybe, or the matching chubbiness of both tiny humans and large gourds.

There was no pumpkin patch. Plenty of artsy pumpkins (velvet pumpkins, glass pumpkins, felt hat pumpkins). Plenty of pumpkin food. Some monstrous, pale, flabby grotesques that they called pumpkins. But no pumpkin patch. So we had to settle for cute pictures that are tragically pumpkinless.


swing2This was his first time on a swing. He had a blast. I think I might go seeking a pumpkin patch again this week. It’s just too sad to have a baby to photograph and no giant vegetables to pose him with.