Things were a bit more complicated with the 16 year old's team including the fact that his coach's wife give birth to their first child on the second day of the tourny. I decided to whip up a few infant hats during one of the marathon game days.
Overall, Christmas was sweet and the children grateful. No more standing on line waiting for the new power ranger toy or trolling ebay for something equally stupid. When your children grow older and you've managed to sufficiently counterpropagandized them, they don't demand the latest consumer over priced item. Well, er, except for these -
I'm ashamed to admit this but I was at Finish Line at 6:30 AM to buy these size 13, Jordan retro something or other sneaker. Limited edition of course. I know, I know, I'm guilty.
Santa and I agreed that the 16 year old should have his own computer so I decided to wait. Besides it is high time that I reacquaint myself with 21st century technology and figure out how to fix this dang thing myself the way I could have 20 years ago.
Santa knows I like yarn. But Santa believes that I don't need anymore yarn. Santa then decided to gift me with these...
I'll let them speak for themselves
Did someone say knitting?
I finally finished the swing coat I started over a year ago. It is from Expressions Yarns in Englewood, New Jersey. Don't ask me what it cost.
I've discovered, too late, an ugly Kureyon colorway