I think he missed us.
They told him it had to go to the blankie hospital. And so the Malabrigo Dragonskins afghan came back yesterday. I had hoped to get it done and turned right around and back in the mail to him today–till I saw it. Torn, too. (It does kinda have a cute Monsters Inc look to it, don’t you think?)
I’m going to catch those open loops at the bottom with some spare yarn and…
Knitters: stockinette stitch it straight back up with the crochet hook? Right? Safe and sound and showing its history, seems to me after staring at the thing for long enough for reality to set in. After all, you go to the hospital to get your boo-boos fixed, and sometimes you get to show off your scars.
Meantime, my nephew and his wife, after trying for several years, have found they are expecting and that they are expecting twins. Yay! Today they livestreamed a party for which the local build-a-bear company knew, but they didn’t, what the results of the ultrasound showed.
His mom/my sister had had four boys and then still hoping for a girl, had had…identical twin boys. “Well, I know how to raise boys!” she told me. Garrett was old enough to really help without being a teenager yet, and now Garrett really wanted twins himself, and there you go.
They are thrilled. And I got to watch as Garrett opened the first beautiful box and pulled out: a teddy bear dressed in blue. A boy!
Then his wife Meaghan looked at him, looked back at her box, undid the bow and reached in, and–PINK! Anne finally gets her GIRL!!!
Pink and blue teddy bears, side by side, as the room exploded in joy for the babies. Who could be purple polka dotted for all anyone really cared, it just was a moment of coming together wanting to know a little better who these people are that they were going to get to gradually meet across their lifetimes to come. To celebrate. To life!
Baby hats. They’ll need nice soft baby hats.