A Stocking Story

Cast On 66 stitches...or was it 72 stitches? Where on earth are my notes from Hugh's stocking? I made notes, right? I mean any proper knitter would make notes...oh excuse me, lump in my throat and panic feeling, you may leave now. I can do this...I can make the exact replica of Hugh's stocking for Arlo avoiding any stocking envy...

[WE INTERRUPT THIS FASCINATING STORY TO BRING YOU THE CRISIS THAT UNFOLDED EARLIER THIS EVENING WHEN IVAN THE ELF WAS FOUND INJURED AND UNCONSCIOUS ON THE GUEST BEDROOM FLOOR]

Resident Hugh Spencer reported from the top of the stairs tonight:

"Ivan's on the flo!"

"What?!? Hugh, who are you talking to? What happened?!?" I yelled back

"Ivan's on the flo, he fell!" sounding panicked

"Oh gosh!" I totally forgot I hid Ivan in among the linens in the guest room until his next "appearance". While getting the new sheets for our room, one armed with Arlo I must have knocked him loose and not noticed, stated fellow resident Daddy.
"I ran up the stairs to discover Hugh and Miles inspecting the accident scene. Not wanting to ruin their childhood I told the boys to wait outside while I checked Ivan. I remember closing the door and then manically scooping Ivan up and saying something loudly to the effect of:

'Ivan are you okay? Oh, you look fine.' Hoping to reassure the boys of Ivan's welfare. When I went to open the door and let the boys in the room - Ivan had been hidden in a drawer of the guest room dresser disappeared!"

[WE NOW RETURN TO THE UTTERLY FASCINATING STORY OF WHATEVER PEG WAS GOING ON ABOUT - MAYBE SHE SHOULD STOP BLOGGING ABOUT THE DAMN STOCKING AND START KNITTING IT!]

Ahem, anyway as I was saying...I'm off to the land of knitting.
xo

Update::

As of 8pm this evening the Hopsital had no reports of an injured Elf being admitted.

Birthday Eve

Simple Pleasures ::
Children blowing out birthday cake candles...for me.Thanks Max & Hugh!
xo

Saturday

Simple Pleasures ::
Delegating.Ghost Crane Excavator's caterpillar treads: Complete.
xo

It's time...

I am reflecting...okay, okay.
Rewrite:
I am procrastinating. I am fully aware I have one stocking to knit and one costume to sew. {I thought boldfaced might make me more eager...didn't work}. I am also fully aware the dryer is done which means another load must begin. There are toys to be put away. There is a crusty bathroom to be cleaned...menus to be planned...etc. etc. But right now, it's procrastination time. After all, it is Friday night! And for most people this begins cocktail time, movie time, friend time, dinner time...not me, I am scrolling through old photos of Hugh. Reflecting on the days before he walked and talked. Marvelling upon his toothless grin and bald head...Until I came across this photoand it stopped me right in my procrastinating tracks. Do you see what I see? Baby Hugh is wearing a bib. A Bib. A bib, I tell you. AND he is eating some kind of clear food. Clear Food!Oh Arlo. It's bib time my son. And while we're at it...find the poor child some clear food! Thank goodness I wasn't knitting, sewing or cleaning because I never would have discovered this tragic oversight at Arlo's mealtime. Yes, thank goodness for Friday nights...
xo

The Costume: Part I

August ::
Hugh: Mummy, guess what I am going as for Halloween?
Me: Wonderful. You're already thinking about it. That's great. What are you going to be?
Hugh: A Ghost Crane Excavator!!!!
{Huh? Long pause. Moments of panic from the one who must construct said costume}
Me: Sounds.....great.
{Surely if I don't ever bring this up again, he will forget. Yes. Good plan Mummy.}

September ::
Hugh: I can't WAIT for Halloween. I'm going to be the best Ghost Crane Excavator!
Mummy: {change the subject. change the subject.} What's Arlo doing?
The next week ::
Hugh: La-La, I am going as a Ghost Crane Excavator for Halloweeeeeeen!!!
La-La: Pardon me?
A few hours later ::
Hugh: MILES, Guess what? I. Am. Going. To. Be. A. Ghost. Crane. Exacavator.!!!!
Miles: Ooooh.

Every single day after ::
Ghost Crane Excavator. Ghost Crane Excavator.

I guess it's safe to say we know what Hugh will be for Halloween...or do we? Because what exactly IS a Ghost Crane Excavator, Hugh??
{this next part should be read completely out of breath while walking around in circles without any punctuation marks except for giant exclamations.}
Hugh: A Ghost Crane Excavator is an excavator on my arm with a real grappler attachment and hydraulics and a crane coming out of my head with another attachment and caterpillar treads on my shoes and my arm will be able to pick up things with my grappler and my crane will pick up things too and and and and!!!!!!!
Me: Perhaps we should sketch some ideas?
Hugh: Oh Sure. I'd love to...I can do that.Me: help.
xo

P Part II

And today, P is for:
Peg {and Arlo} in PursuitPlump Piggies Pushing PersimmonsPlayer Piano PlayerPorch Party {with Pumpkin seeds, Pomengranate seeds and Persimmon Pudding}Polarn O. Pvret {Peruse here}Patiently PracticingPhew.
Phinally Phinished.
xo

P

The letter P was so Popular, we will Proceed with it tomorrow. Plus, after reviewing the Photos...I realized there is one Ahem very Ahem important P missing.
However, for today the letter P is for:
Precise PreparationsPair of PumpkinsPicnicking with Perrier {apparently also with dirty fingernails.}Pomegranate Piecesand lastly, the letter P is for Peculiar Prune PoutsWe'll Pick it up again tomorrow.
Until then...
Peace
xo