Baby Burritoville

I spent some time trying to drape this blanket artistically to photograph it, and I failed miserably, so you'll just have to use your imagination. This is one of the two blankets I knit for the Short One before he was born. He spent the first couple months of his life sleeping in it. Now, it's hard to believe he was ever small enough to be wrapped up in it like a little burrito. I knit this from a Debbie Bliss pattern and it was one of the most awfully, stultifyingly boring projects I have ever knit. There's just nothing like knitting a 26" x 28" rectangle in garter stitch with 4ply yarn to really get the blood racing. The edging was fun, but it took almost no time to knit. On the other hand, this has been a stupendously useful article for the Short One. It currently serves as a stroller blanket and door flap for the Short One's little fort where he likes to hide every now and then.

Okay, in hindsight, I should have put this on the poll and let everyone decide, but I have a little follow-up question. Given that melissalee.com is registered and a porn site, how would you feel about my using melissajlee.com instead? Would it be too confusing and lead you to inadvertently visit the porn site? If you have any thoughts on this, please let me know. I realize Strands is the front runner right now, but I thought I'd ask about just using my own name, which would have been my top choice, were it not for the whole porn site issue.

Well, I'm making some headway on the sweater, but the SO is just too interested in my yarn these days and has developed the disturbing habit of wrapping loose strands around his neck. I'm so afraid he's going to go running and choke himself - I ended up having to put the knitting away while he's up. It means I don't have as much knitting time as I thought, so I guess I will be pulling a couple late nights. I'll try to visit Thursday and Friday as usual, but if I miss a day, that'll be why.

By the way, I kept thinking of that old joke this morning, the one where a fortune teller informs her client that she will fall in love with a "short, bald, toothless boy". The woman scoffs, goes on her way, marries a handsome guy, then has, yup - a baby boy who is, of course, small, bald and toothless. Now the SO was never bald - he was a very hairy little dude. In fact, when I asked the Husband what the SO looked like after he was whisked away to be cleaned, weighed, etc., his only comment was "Well, he has a very hairy back". The pediatrician pooh-poohed this initially and told us the hair would drop out, but after several months, she started qualifying her statement with "Well, I can't promise it will drop out...". (It did eventually drop out, and we're all sort of letting bygones be bygones, although, as his Uncle pointed out, it'll probably all come back when he hits puberty. His bushy head of hair never did fall out, though, which we found quite charming.) Uh, where was I? Oh, yes. It just strikes me every day that, no matter how much you think you're prepared to love your child, the reality of it still ends up hitting you like a ton of bricks once he or she has arrived. (Don't tell the SO I said so, though.)

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