Here's a closeup of Baby Yarnworks as I know and love her. Quiet. A bit curious. One eye on Mommy at all times. With these cool rockstar punk bangs that seriously get in her eyes. They don't seem to bother her at all, but it was clearly well-past time for her first haircut. All those long wisps are the hairs she was born with and definitely had to go. They would have been trimmed when Big Sister had her haircutting fiasco, but Bad Mommy forgot the camera.
The first trims. Baby Yarnworks looks a bit distraught, doesn't she? Like she's had her favorite toy unexpectedly taken away from her.
She looks absolutely miserable, but she did really well. These are all the pictures I got though. Every time my flash went off, she squirmed and made it more difficult for the stylist. I felt bad for the stylist and put the camera away. That also means that I totally forgot to take an "after" picture. Her bangs are trimmed up nice and neat and she looks nothing like her former self. I'm actually kind of saddened. The half inch that was taken off the longest wisps of Baby Yarnworks' hair is actually bothering me more than the several inches Big Sister hacked off by herself.
I could be extra sad just because today was a day of milestones for Baby Yarnworks. We started weaning slowly about a month ago. Baby Yarnworks would not take a sippy at all and I was concerned that weaning would take awhile, so we started a bit earlier than I had originally planned. Baby Yarnworks has responded quite well. First we cut out daytime nursings, only nursing first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Then, after I had a late night out and Daddy put her to bed, we started only nursing in the mornings. This morning I decided to try giving her a sippy instead of nursing her. She didn't fuss or try to lift my shirt. She took her sippy for awhile, giggled, and then played. So I think we're done. I'm a bit sad about it, but mostly I'm happy that I'll be getting my body back. I'm tired of back pain and the ginormous chest that keeps me from being able to see my own navel.
In knitting news: I made up a batch of self-striping yarn awhile ago in the colorway "Carnival" and oopsed. Two strands of yarn went into the wrong color, messing up the striping pattern. So I decided to keep this skein for myself. Weeks later (yesterday) I divided it up into 2 equal balls and realized that the problem stripes were smack dab in the VERY CENTER of the skein, making it PERFECT for socks. I couldn't have planned it any better. I decided that I wanted to make sure the stripes matched on each sock and that this would be a great opportunity to learn how to knit 2 socks on 2 circular needles. I'm using the free pattern on the Knitpicks website.
I planned to make cool bright-colored striped socks as tall as my skein would allow. Knee-socks maybe? Good experiment to see how far a skein will actually go, right? Well I was knitting on the little toesies this morning when Big Sister sits on the couch beside me, throws her foot in my face, and implores me to try it on her foot. I did and she exclaimed, "It's a perfect fit!" even though it only covered 2 of her toes. I asked her who the socks were for and she exclaimed that they were for her. So, slight change of plans. These socks have apparently been spoken for.