Here is the latest creation off the needles. It's just a little shawl collar cardigan made out of a acrylic/wool mix bought from Spotlight. I don't usually like acrylic but I have been leaning towards it a bit more for the kids after I accidentally threw one of Callum's jumpers in the washing machine and it came out perfect. Yep, it was acrylic. Made me think its not so bad after all. I still prefer it to have some wool content in it though.

I love the wooden buttons. I always gravitate towards the wooden buttons.

The other pic is of the Wonderful Wallaby jumper. I have made quite a few of these now. I like them because once you cast off you only have to graft the hood and the underarm seams and its finished. They usually have a front pouch but I decided to do the train pic instead because this started off as a vest and morphed into the Wallaby.

I am nearly finished my 'Favourite Cardigan". Its really nice. When it's finished I might actually make another one in cashmere.

In other news, yesterday I realised that my firstborn is growing up. He has made friends with the little boy next door, who is five, and has been over there and the little boy has been here to play, and guess what?, they don't need me. They don't need me at all! They play together and have conversations and run around and I don't need to hover to make sure no one gets hurt or won't share or play nicely or any of the other things you find yourself doing when your toddler is around other people's children. They're too old for that. I sat in the loungeroom knitting and just listening to them, helped them get a drink when they asked for one and got them some treats out of the cupboard to give to Apple, and that was all that was required of me.

When did that happen? I can't pinpoint a time. It didn't seem that long ago that it wasn't the case, a couple of months maybe.

I have just been interviewed by a PhD student who is doing a thesis on homebirth.

It was nice to sit and chat and tell her the story about the day Callum was born. Such a happy day, the birth itself was kind of underwhelming, which is a good thing I think, when it comes to birthing, lol. Just lay around in the birth pool having contractions until your body pushes on its own, and then he is born into the water, scoop him up and say hello. My favourite part is when I caught him myself, just like I wanted to.

Having a new baby is amazing and wonderful and awesome and lovely and it was nice to sit and talk about it for a while.

Her thesis is on the spirituality of homebirth. Now, I don't think of myself as being all that spiritual. I am just a suburban housewife. But as we got to talking I realised that it was kind of a hippy-dippy experience after all.

Callum slept through the whole thing and woke up just in time to give a toofy little grin. He's so cute, and that tooth of his is so silly and out of place. It looks ridiculous. Whenever I pick him up and he opens his gob and flashes it it makes me start laughing. There are no other teeth yet. Still lots of dribbling and chomping though.

On the knitting front, I have started a cardigan called Favourite Cardigan. Its going quite fast. I can only knit at night. I stay home all day but I only knit at night. Callum doesn't like being left to his own devices, and when he sleeps I always end up doing other stuff, like cleaning or wasting time on the computer.

I finished the purple thing. Its awful and I doubt I will ever wear it. I am becoming quite fussy with my yarn choices these days. I am on a bit of a cashmere kick.

Well, no new teeth are through yet, still got just the one he arrived with. He's still chomping on everything in sight and dribbling though, so there is some movement in there I guess.

Baden came home from preschool the other day with a note saying they were doing 'Family Week' and he needed a photo of his family. We realised we don't really have any photos of us as a family because someone is always behind the camera. We do have one of us standing in front of the Christmas Tree when Callum was three days old but I am not sending that one, I am all puffy and his head is still weird.

So we got out the camera and set it up to automatically take the photo and we all jumped on the couch, and here is the result.

I have a teething baby. I think. I guess I will know for sure when some teeth pop through. He is very out of sorts, is gnawing on everything in sight, including me, ouch, and is dribbling so much I have had to put barrier cream on his chest to stop a rash.

Poor liddle bubby. I haven't had to deal with this before, Baden got teeth through without so much as a peep, we would just notice them through after the fact. When he got his molars he had slightly red cheeks and that was it.

I weighed Callum the other day, he is 9 kilos. The size of an average one year old. LOL. Gawd. One of the ladies at knitting group asked if I thought it was something in my breastmilk. Don't blame me lady!! No, I don't think it is. Milk is just fuel, genetics is the engine driving things, milk just gives the fuel for the engine to run. He's not even especially gutsy now. He's just a big person. He came out with those ginormous feet and now he's catching up to them.

Oh, speak of the devil, he's awake. So much for the morning nap. I wonder what happened to that?