You know, you think you are in a good mood until you write a long, heartfelt and well written post that disappears when you hit save. I had the whole house to myself with Owen off to school and the other two sleeping. Cam’s up. He’s showing me old teeth.
As I was saying…we fired Owen’s teacher. Actually Kevin did. I fired the last one. It stinks. I was expecting to be all sad and stuff. ‘Cause it’s going to be hard until we can find a new one but we got a wonderful surprise. One of Owen’s teachers from his past is on his team for the summer. This teacher is the one who said she had never seen a child "skyrocket" like Owen did. Of course, he’s not skyrocketing right now but I adore her. She is loud and boisterous with her verbal praise and the kids love her for it. I love her for teaching me how to deal with tantrums–especially the jelly leg treatment.
My mom reknit the collar on the Green Mountain Spinnery kid’s sweater. I am on the second sleeve of my Lamb’s Pride one. Collar to be worked with motherly input. What to start next? I recently came across Kevin’s Dale sweater–hiding behind winter coats yet to be stored. St. Brigid needs some attention too but as we are driving down to Hilton Head on Thursday, I think some less thoughtful knitting needs to accompany me. I was thinking of a sock. Maybe the one I put aside a couple of months ago. Regia cotton, I think.
Cashmerino Aran by Debbie Bliss any thoughts? Good or bad for baby garments?