Happy Mother's Day (or why I should ask for French toast more often)

Well, Happy Mother's Day to all. It's my first as a mom. It's been a great day. I had grand plans of sleeping in late, but I woke up at 6:30 or 7:00 just the same. As you may have read yesterday, my only request was that G make me French toast. Which he did. But beyond that, apparently he and Catie picked out of a pair of these for me too:



Then when Catie went down for her morning nap, I broke out Birch. Last night I was quite frustrated with this project. I wasn't sure I didn't screw up on the first row or two. I went on to knit Row 3, and I did a little happy dance when it worked out right. I'm right on track. Finally. And here's the little halo of silk and mohair to prove it.

Later in the afternoon we went to Barnes and Noble. Site of our first date. AAAWWW. I bought the new Interweave Knits and The Shop on Blossom Street. Yes it's fluff. But right now I need a little fluff in my life. Sometimes a mindless read is just what the doctor ordered.