Yesterday I was able to knit some. I was desperate, so I knit over poor Clark’s head while he was nursing, or under his bum when he was sleeping on my shoulder. (He’s been really fussy, so I haven’t been able to put him down much. Fortunately, he mostly stops fussing when I hold or feed him).

I’m still knitting on the green socks, and am half way through the second gusset.

Yesterday, I noticed one of my size 1 bamboo needles was looking quite bent, so I tried to straighten it and SNAP! Dangit.

So I knit yesterday, in between painting. Our formal dining room is being trimmed out in cedar this week, and we needed to finish up with the red paint. The last owners of the house had painted the top half of the walls a really dark purple, framed by white plastic chair rail on the bottom and white plastic crown molding on the top which sat right against the rough cedar ceiling.

Picture that for a minute. Bright white, shiny plastic crown molding next to rough cedar planked ceiling. Um, yeah. Not pretty.

We really dig the cedar ceiling, and are going to make the most of it by putting more cedar in the room, but we didn’t realize the crown molding NEEDED to come down until after we painted the walls red. When our friend Dave pulled it off last week, we were left with more painting to do. And that’s what I did almost all day yesterday. And for most of it, I had Clark in the sling on the front of me. He was helpful and slept a lot, which was nice.

Slings rock. I could never have done all that with the Baby Bjorn. It’s just different.