Just found this chart with baby sweater measurements in detail. Thought I’d pass it on.
I called Trader Joe’s tonight, and their new batch of hazelnuts had finally, after weeks and weeks of waiting, gotten past FDA quarantine: yes, they were in.
Alright! And so my kitchen smells of toasted hazelnuts about to turn into homemade much-better-than-nutella, Michelle’s specialty.*
Meantime, going into the store ahead of me was a young mom with her curly-haired blonde daughter, about ten months old, absolutely adorable. She reminded me of Sam at that age–who, on being handed a helium balloon at a grocery store, spent the next week dropping things and pointing and staring at the fallen objects. DOWN! *That* one conformed to everything she’d learned so far in her life. Fall DOWN not up!
Walking in just behind them was a mid-20ish couple. They were very happy. They were clearly in love, clearly seeing their whole future together ahead–because they saw that baby in that cart at the same time and I saw both their faces light up instantly and then they turned to each other, sharing what to my eyes several steps away looked like happy anticipation. There was so much joy in that moment.
Between the bananas and the fresh-cut flowers I suddenly found myself next to that cart and I smiled and waved hi at the little one from just enough distance. She smiled back. Her mom turned just then, saw, and prompted her little girl, Wave hi!
She waved hi with an even bigger grin. She knew she was in for a treat: seeing someone becoming even happier because of something she did.
My heart melted. Such a cute little girl. I bet she’s a future knitter, too.
And I went home, and, having finished the hat, cast on for a baby dress to match. Hopefully. I was glad I found that chart.
(Note that Ryan is allergic to corn and most powdered sugars have cornstarch, hence the side note below.)
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Hey Mom: I omit the oil, and reduce the sugar (remember we should have tapioca starched powder sugar). depending on level of chocoate-y-ness, up the cocoa to taste; not to exceed the amount of omitted sugar. I often omit the vanilla as well. http://www.latimes.com/features/la-fo-nutellarec11a-2009feb11,0,1158986.story -Shelle