My son

Three years ago I was teaching myself how to knit.  I had purchased a DVD that had basic knit and purl instructions, some yarn, and a pair of plastic needles that came with the DVD.  I had a 2 year old daughter and was pregnant with my son and I had visions of handmade knits for all.  My grandmother passed away in 2003 and when she died I came home with a box of cream colored yarn.  No labels on any of the skeins just wound balls of yarn.  After I had mastered knitting and purling and didn't require the DVD in slow motion to knit some stockinette stitch I decided to use up the yarn and make a blanket for my baby to be.  Of course only the simplest stitches would do because I was a complete novice and I needed a project I could pick and put down while I chased after a two year old and battled bouts of morning sickness.  When the blanket was finished I washed and folded it and waited for the baby to put inside.

These are some photos I came across of my son Jack swaddled up in the blanket when he was days/weeks old.  The edge of the blanket has y/o increases and decreases and I threaded some blue ribbon through the the holes as a little edging on the blanket.  I quickly tore it out though when visions of choking ran through my head.

As I write this I am watching my son build a fort.  He ran over to me with the above blanket in hand and asked, "Mommy did you make this all by yourself?"  I replied yes I did and he then informed me that it is perfect (or as he says ferfect) but I need to fix all the little holes on the edge.  :)

Hope you are having a wondeful Saturday!