sara skates

I spent much of this weekend tossing the stash and cataloguing what was in the wool closet on Ravelry (my Rav name:  saraskates, duh).  I haven’t gotten to much of the sock yarn yet but ahem, I have a lot of wool.

I knit my way through a slew of socks this summer.  I think this next year I’ll try to make a dent in the stash by knitting lots of sweaters.  They use up way more yarn in terms of volume than socks do.

Toby fell the other night – out of his dining room chair.  He has slid out of it before – but this time he wacked his back on a piece of wood and it hurt – two days later, he’s still sore.  He was crying and I was cuddling him and comforting him.  He had started to calm down and just “be” in the cuddle – when he said:

“Mama, you know what would made me feel a little better?  A trip to the spa.”

I answered in the affirmative and came up with a slew of suggestions about things we could do – nice smelling stuff in the shower, a massage, yummy lotion, etc.  He then asked:

“And can I have the pickles on my eyes???”

Oh. My. Gosh.  Too funny.  It took me a second but then I queried did he mean cucumbers?  Yes, absolutely that’s what he meant.

And I’m thinking a spa experience is on our agenda for some weekend