I have been a successful chauffeur, shuttling my little teeny tiny baby boy to football practice. (Can you tell I'm having a difficult time with him growing up?) Honestly, I would rather see him race across a soccer field, but it is thrilling to watch him dart between defensive boys, avoiding tackles, while caring the ball down the field.
The two hours of nightly football practice does provide me with ample time to knit. I've finished my Aquaphile socks:
|From 2009 Finished Objects|
And am now chugging through the Leyburn sock
And Robin Melanson's Stella's Blouse.
Those will be the only string of purls for a while.