Freedom in the Hills of New Hampshire

I finally finished the scarf I started knitting a while back. It was kind of slow going, not only because I didn’t knit every day but because the pattern I used involved a lot of counting of stitches and rows. Gah. I had to start over 4 times before I finally managed to not add an extra stitch on the needle and then raveled many many rows when I miscounted or dropped stitches. By the time I got close to the end, my attitude changed from “let’s get it right” to “let’s get it done so I can move on with my life!” There is one dropped stitch (whoops) and a few miscounted stitches in the end, but whatever. It’s done. And it’s not really that attractive. But I knit it, so hooray!

I plan to be the future Madam Defarge.

I now have big plans for the rest of my knitting. First, I’ll be knitting for my sister’s very unexpected baby. Can’t say what because she reads the blog, but if I don’t screw it up, it should be cute. Fortunately, it’s for a newborn and should be really really tiny and knit up quickly before I get tired of it. Then Lasse will get his long awaited scarf and then I will attempt some socks. After that, I really want to knit a Hudson hat for Haakon, but we’ll have to see. I would really like to give people a bunch of knit things for Christmas but we’ll have to see how strong (and fast) my knitting-fu is by then. Not to mention my bank account. Apparently, good yarn is expensive.

As far as Haakon is concerned, he’s very happy to play and eat the yarn along with anything I try and knit. He’s also learned to crawl and we play a new game called “crawl towards mommy’s herbs and try and touch them before she pulls me back.” It’s great fun for him until the 5th time we do this and he realizes that he’s probably not going to win. Ah well.

With the advent of spring (hooray!!), I bought a new bike and attached the baby bike seat I got at my baby shower to it. I predict many fun bike rides ahead. Haakon has been on a short one so far and didn’t think much of it. He didn’t cry nor did he laugh. Lasse said the look on his face was one of indifference with a hint of “oh god, what are my crazy parents doing to me now?” He is a very tolerant baby. I think he got it from Lasse.