I really enjoy reading blogs.  I sit with a cup of coffee, diet coke, or any other variant of caffiene and read and dream of how my life would look if only I could get it together.  Instead on dreary dark days (and I am referring to emotion not so much actual weather) it is really all I can do to pull myself out of bed.  Not really conducive to life with a 4-year-old.  I am always so inspired by all that some do with their children, and yet…

finger knitting

I have been wanting to try finger knitting with Ellen for a while.  I knew that, given her ridiculous fine motor skills, she would take to it easily.  She did, but only for about three minutes.  Still, I got that much out of her, and the whole time she said over and over, “I am knitting!”  That should be enough, right?