4 - The number Simon turned at the end of November.
17 – The number of commitments we had, individual and family, between December 5-21st. I’m not sure why I stopped counting on the 21st, before Christmas and before fulfilling all our commitments, but every time I counted, that was where I stopped. The holidays beat me.
48 – The number of times I swore silently to myself because Simon is short and got stuck in the back row during the Kindergarten songs at the school Winter Concert. The only snap I could get was this blurry one as they were filing out:
When all I really wanted was one like this. But singing:
0- The number of presents/anything Christmas-related Marc organised before December 23rd.
1 – The number of people Marc decided he was responsible for this Christmas.
1000 million – The number of reasons the holidays are so much cooler now that we have kiddies.
5 – The number of things we got up to between Christmas and New Years. Apparently we don’t learn.
7 – The number Kate turned at the beginning of January.
1 – The number of Queens in the hive at the museum we went to on the last day of December.
7 – The number of (adult) revelers around my friend Judy’s table on New Year’s Eve (the children were in the basement. Destroying it).
innumerable – The number of ways I’m fucked because my friend Steph, a fine knitter who happens to TEACH speed knitting, just declared the sweater we are knitting together (separately, two sweaters, but at the same time, a knit-a-long) wasn’t a race. And I know Steph, and that totally means it fucking is. Steph has a furnace war every autumn, trying to out-freeze participating family in separate households to see who can go the longest before turning on their heat. There is no prize, only the glory of… winning? Of freezing voluntarily (a freeze-a-long?) for no particular reason? Knitting is way more comfortable than that, and the outcome so much sweeter. She has two sleeves and part of the body. I have this:
2 – The number of mittens I have to finish (Christmas gift- knitters I know you understand) before beginning the sweater.
1 – The number of lessons I learned about starting a knit-a-long with Steph.
Happy New Year folks!