IT

The knitter version of IT is nearly as scary as the Stephen King version, especially for slow knitters like me.
I think it is time to add a few hours to my day and give up a little sleep here and there. I hate to do it, but I don't think I will finish otherwise, and since Aunt H only received her Christmas quilt (intended for Christmas 2004) in September of this year, I would really like to avoid having things on the needles. I would have plenty of time, but I can't seem to convince DH that it's perfectly reasonable for him to assume responsibility for all household and parenting chores. I don't know what his problem is.
We put our tree up early this year, since Oldest Stepdaughter (OSD) was visiting. Bug looooooves it. He did the Happy Baby Stomping Dance around it the first morning, trying to decide what to rip off first. Once he realized he could reach almost all of it, he dove in with wild abandon. I will tell you this: the shatterproof ornaments from Target are FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC. He bangs them together, on his bananas, on the floor, on the dog

and they do not shatter. He did manage to break one, after nearly two days of constant assault, when it landed just so and broke the little bit that holds it on the tree. I think it's fixable.

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Anyway, more knitting to come, and by all that is holy in this world, after Christmas I'm knitting something for ME.