Here and Everything In It

I Am The Queen Of The Allen Keys

And considering our first encounter looked like this, I'd say I did pretty well:

 

Taking Over The World

Further evidence that my family's strategy for world domination lies in our ability to populate the earth with as many of our kind as possible:

There's power in numbers, people.

Congratulations to Tim and Tracy on yet another beautiful and upcoming addition to the clan!!

Technically, I Won't Be "Working" From Home ...

... but this is still kind of ... foreboding.

But also funny. And not all that dissimilar from my current reality, anyway, when I really think about it -- especially the "horrible" parts. So, what's to fear!? More of the same? I can do that. I think. (I hope).

Gulp.

(Mum, the link has lots of swearing in it and is kind of crude. Just so you know.)

No Scratchies!

This is fast becoming the Year of the Baby. So many of our friends and family members are having and/or planning progeny that my poor little fingers haven't been able to keep up with the knitted-garment production required to have each of these little ones mittened or blanketed in Aunty Katherine's one-of-a-kind fashion.

I am so behind!!

To those who haven't yet received your token of our love/welcome present, it's in the works!! It may just end up being a Christmas present. But a present for Baby's First Christmas -- that has meaning too, right?!

Anyway, here are some things that I've managed to finish so far this year. First of all, some no-scratch mittens, although they could also work as winter mittens:

Strawberries!

Cupcakes (or ice cream cones) with sprinkles!

 

Green and pink stripies!

I'm also toying with the idea of making some boxing glove, baby whale, t-bone steak and ladybug versions. Little apples or cherries with stalks -- ooh, or pumpkins!! -- sound good too.

I also knitted this stroller blanket/play mat, which I've put in another post because, well, I'm sure there's only so much Craftitude some readers of this site can take in one entry. It's all about rationing, people.

I'm still working on another baby blanket project, as well as a bunch of these (which probably rank pretty near the top of cutest baby garments ever, though I've been referring to them as baby condoms which may sort of take away from the aw factor).

AND IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH, I'm also making a braided rug for our own baby's room which I really doubt will be ready by the time Jr waltzes through the door. So he'll get that for Christmas, too. Or maybe Easter? Um. I guess we'll just have to celebrate his sixth month birthday or something, just to justify the present. Happy Half Year! We'll have half a birthday cake, sing only half of Happy Birthday, give him half of one birthday bump ... and he'll tear open his present with uncharacteristic dexterity for a six month old and then be like: uh, you call a rug a present? and then Brad and I will inevitably berate ourselves for already failing as parents and raising such a materialistic asshole and then we'll have to send him to boot camp or something to sort out his sense of entitlement. Like, what did he want? A rattle? A soother? Something shiny and squeaky? What a baby.