This was some political thing we went to on a day when it was right around 187 degrees outside. We went through 2 water bottles a piece, plus a gatorade each, plus I don’t know how many little bottles of Dr Pepper and Diet Dr Pepper and root beer. Luckily, it was at a cool farm thing, and they had this trough there. The boys asked first, and I thought why not? I’d sure dunk my head if I thought I could get away with it. Patrick opted out, as you see.
This is apres dunk, and as you can see, they switched places to further confuse their mother.
This is my sister and her hubby setting up some tent toy thing she got for the boys. It’s over at my dad’s house, or rather, in his yard.
This is after the tent thing is a little more set up. Also in the foreground, please take note of Russell’s apparent Superman impression. Or something.
Here’s the birthday boy, a few days after the birthday. We went to the museum that day, and Dad talked the train guy into giving us the tour of the #9900 Zephyr even though the tour times had been over for 2 hours. The tour guy was very nice, and even asked Dad several times if what he was saying was correct, or if Dad had anything to add. Don’t know if I ever mentioned it before, but my Dad’s a train man. He worked for the Burlington Route, then it became Burlington Northern, and when they merged with Santa Fe, the year after my mom died, all of the non-union people were, let’s say, encouraged to take early retirement. So, Dad looses his wife, and the next year his lively-hood along with over 60% of his pension and retirement. But, he still loves trains. There’s quite a history with this #9900 one, if you’re interested in googling it. It was the first one of it’s kind. The museum had it set up on some hydraulic things, and it rocked back and forth as though it was moving. My sister and I almost fell asleep.
Here’s Dad and the boys right in front. I waited until my sister took her picture, and managed to get no one looking at me when I finally took the picture. Great.
And now, some knitting! Well, actually crocheting. This is the front of the diagonal potholder I did with the Jojoland Melody. Pretty, no?
And here’s the back. I love love this yarn.
What else? Oh yes, the black sock of doom…
Proof that the first one is done. If you look closely, you can even see that the first safety pin is missing from the foot part. That’s because the second sock had progressed to past the 10 row point. That’s 10 rows after the short row toe, my friends. I swear, it’ll get done this year.
Here’s the last pair of socks for Steve’s mom. They’re in the Frog Prince colorway of Knitpicks Imagination yarn. The pattern is called Zephyr. It’s fantastic.
Here’s the close up with Patrick’s hand inside to show how the pattern will look on the foot.
Phew, now I’m exhausted.