WHOO HOOO!!!

Well, I finally got Ben's sweater finished!! I finished seaming it on Friday night, and blocked it on Saturday. I think it was probably still damp when he opened it, but maybe not. He opened it to lots of ooohhhs and aaahhhss and passed it around to even more oooohhhhs and aaaahhhhs. My dad was the first to ask if I made it. And then said it was good. That is the first time he has complimented my work - I beamed! I know he had been proud of me before, but this is the first time he has conveyed this. I called Ben yesterday to find out about fit, and he was very pleased. He is a bit tall, therefore, his arms are a bit long and cause him some trouble with clothing often. However, even though I didn't realize this while I was making the sweater, it fit perfectly, he said.


The sweater

My friend, Jennifer, came down from Ft. Lewis with her digital camera, which is why you get pics today - the camera phones we probably won't get until Friday or so. Therefore, here is my husband in his birthday vest.

My husband's vest

Jennifer's baby came with her...

Me and the baby

Just for good measure, here is Marcus, with his vest, the happiest baby I have ever seen, and the spoiled pooch.

Pictures

Boy was it funny to have a baby in the house! We had a dog and a 7 year old who were extremely jealous! My baby (not the dog) who is now 7 loves acting like a baby - even though it drives me crazy! People have always told him how beautiful his blue eyes are. Perfect strangers on the street comment. He has heard it so much that he says "I hate it when people say that." Malik and DeAndre' were with the baby and Malik noticed that this baby had blue eyes, too - just like his brother. So, he said "DeAndre, look, she has blue eyes like you!" DeAndre' looked and said "They don't look blue to me!"

Then the dog - whenever I would talk to the baby (I guess I should mention her name is Maya) I would say stuff like "Pretty girl" and "Baby" - of course, these are names my dog answers to. She was very annoyed. Then Marcus would have the nerve to hold the baby. She really didn't like that. Maisy would jump up on him every time.