Yes, I’m aware I totally botched those song lyrics, but we’re not getting a kitten. We’re getting a puppy. And I really have no need of bright copper kettles.
I tweeted this picture Saturday, but for the non-tweeting folks (or tweeting folks who don’t follow me, which is okay, too), here’s an updated photo of Baby Boy Stacey at almost 4 weeks old:
I can already tell I’m going to have my hands full with this little guy because who could discipline this kind of cute? (That’s how the Short Kid ended up the way the Short Kid is, btw.)
I’m knitting mittens for the Tall Kid. Bet you can’t tell my least favorite part of mitten knitting!
(Actually my least favorite part is the boiling because it makes my kitchen reek, but that’s not technically knitting.)
Speaking of warm woolen mittens, later this week I’ll be posting an excerpt from Mistletoe and Margaritas. Time to start getting in the holiday spirit! Except the shopping part. I leave that until the Saturday before Christmas, much to my sanity’s dismay.