Baby Sweaters

How do animals know that you're going to be taking a trip? That's Solly's sweater there and I am frantically trying to get it finished. We are days from leaving and I'm feeling the pressure. Sammy is feeling the pressure too and she's milking it.


And this is Solomon, in the arms of his adoring Uncle Doug, actually his cousin once removed. This great big cop loves his little itty bitty premature cousin, Ian's grand-godson. I knit the sweater for a 6 month size and it's huge.

Did mention that the sweater is huge? As Michelle holds it open, I realize just how long the arms are and I am chagrined. Baby's little arms only reach to the top of their heads. This is a disaster. It looked good until I washed it and then it just relaxed into another, bigger size. You know what this means don't you. I didn't wash my swatch. I emailed Michelle and asked her send it with her MIL to the wedding and I'd fix it and send it back, but her MIL didn't make it to the wedding after all. I emailed her and said - either throw it through a drier cycle or send it to me so I can shorten those sleeves. I'm really sad - it could have been a cute sweater.

This is the sweater that I knit earlier this year for my niece's baby shower. Our new grand-
niece was born in September but we didn't get to meet her until this trip. All the babies in our family are adorable, did I mention that?

We call Ian "the closer" because he can put any fussy baby to sleep. This is McKay, our new grand-niece. She looks just like her mommy and isn't quite big enough yet for her sweater. She also was no match for her grand-uncle who was able to lull her to sleep in a record five minutes.

I love this picture enough that I will probably have to print and frame it. McKay has just fallen to sleep in the arms of her great-grandmother. This octogenarian woman gave Ian a perfect hair cut, and when we walked over to her place to say goodbye the day we were leaving, had her sewing machine out and was working on a quilt. i want to grow up to be just like her.

Our weather was charmed the entire ten days. I never have had such great atmospheric luck before. Yesterday we stopped south of Susanville to trade drivers so that I could drive on home and Ian would walk down with the dogs from the gate. I was flying on dry roads with the only snow on the mountains. We woke to a blanket of snow and since it never got above freezing today, we said goodnight to the same blanket of snow. Charmed. I tell you, we were charmed.