This is where you find out how truly boring I am, because my answer was: finish Aidan's socks. Not to brag, but I am extremely good at starting projects; I could start a million a day. What I am not good at is finishing projects; I have a one in a million completion rate. So finishing the socks I started months ago was a truly worthwhile goal (plus it prevented me from starting a new project). I knit through a few episodes of Men in Trees on abc.com (I'm a sucker for shows with obvious metaphors and voice over monologues), knit in between errands (George drove), kitchenered just before reading books at bedtime, and voila.
Did you know handmade socks are extremely slippery on wood floors? Aidan had us in hysterics with his risky business moves Saturday night (that's debris from my floor on his sock, not a hole). In addition to new socks, Aidan has a new skill.
It's official, the boy can ride a bike. "Mom, isn't it fun to watch me ride a two wheeler?" Aidan asked. Yes my son, extremely fun and cool; just a little bit sad, but mostly exciting. Go easy on your mom and don't ride too far too fast.
Although Avery didn't find the perfect snowboarding outfit this weekend, she did find a new hobby. This is what happens when your children read the blogs of crafty women.
Avery spied the rag rug tutorial over on Eren's blog and immediately grabbed her stash and her Ginghers. Yes, she has her own stash thanks to Grandma's leftovers, trips to the thrift store (where we sometimes fight over remnants) and good old rummaging through the trash can when mom purges.
Avery: "I'm making a rug Mom."
Me: "You know you could make a basket."
Avery: "It's a rug Mom."
Me: "You could make a potholder."
It's not that I want to discourage her from making a rug, I just know how much of me is in her and how good she is at starting projects that rarely become finished projects. She doesn't often acquiesce, so I was extremely pleased when I opened up my kitchen drawer and found I had been secretly gifted a new potholder. I love it Avery. Of course, she came home from Grandma's with a huge bag of scraps after dinner Sunday night because she still plans on making a rug. You go, girl.
While I knit, Avery hooked and Aidan slid merrily across the floor, George hijacked my camera and took some blurry photos (though he claims it's me who is blurry, not the photos). This one is for my friend Becca, who claims there are not nearly enough pictures of me on my blog. To be honest, I see too much of me me me and I I I on this here blog; to add a picture of myself would be too much me. Yet here it is, a fuzzy picture for a far away friend. And now I'm off to start another project, or two, actually three, but it may be a while before you see them finished.