I turned 27. It was exhausting.
Baby is 26 weeks along. Kicking happily, especially after mommy's morning cup of coffee.
I'm making a pair of socks.
Because I've been knitting lots, I haven't been reading, hardly at all. I've been reading the same book since January.
Kingsley says hi.
We've made very little progress on the attic. But, really, what did we expect? Moving in always means slowing down, and since our pace wasn't exactly lightening fast to begin with... No doubt we'll remain at this almost done stage for a good long while.
Is winter over yet?