A Boy After My Own Heart

Every so often I'm happily knitting away when I have to drop what I'm doing to do something, usually because Caleb's just woken up.  I'll get him and we'll play for a while, but if I turn my back for a minute there's a good chance that when I turn around again he'll have my knitting.  If not the knitting itself then something connected to it; needles, a ball band, the knit kit, the next ball of yarn to be added to the project.  He always looks so pleased with himself too.

I hope he'll knit someday.