4 - The number Simon turned at the end of November.
animals that belong to other people are fun for kids at parties (yes, Simon is also taking pictures).
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:
argyle simon, 2010
When all I really wanted was one like this. But singing:
songless simon, 2010
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.
reindeer kate, 2010
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.
last kate photo of 2010
1 – The number of Queens in the hive at the museum we went to on the last day of December.
last simon photo of 2010
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).
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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:
wool. not a sweater.
2 – The number of mittens I have to finish (Christmas gift- knitters I know you understand) before beginning the sweater.
almost mittens, 2011
1 – The number of lessons I learned about starting a knit-a-long with Steph.
Happy New Year folks!
January 6, 2011 at 13:59
Yeah. I understood immediately that Steph’s “not a race” actually means “the race is on”. Good luck with that.
January 6, 2011 at 13:59
I have seen Stephanie knit. Ain’t no way I could race her! But enthusiasm and motivation for knitting–you can’t be around her and not come away with more of that.
January 9, 2011 at 21:31
Happy new year to you and yours, Andrea.
January 15, 2011 at 12:24
Too funny!
When my kids were little, my husband traveled a lot, and I was always struck by how much less work there was when he was gone, even though I didn’t have his help with the kids. I never told him that, though!
January 31, 2011 at 13:17
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