update

So, it's December. Apparently November was National Blogging Month (or some such) — by-the-by, why is November always the designated month for all things creative? It's also the month for novel writing and sweater knitting (and moustache growing, but that's different) — is it really that bad? It is a dreary month, no doubt about it, but is it really that much worse than, say, March? — anyway, November, blogging, it didn't happen. Much like the four months previous to that. I had all these plans (I always have plans, granted) — it would have been five months, exactly, since my last post, on the 30th, and wouldn't it be nice to post then? Undoubtedly, yes. But obviously that didn't happen.

Whew, what a preamble. At any rate, five months, give or take, and in the immortal words of Inigo Montoya: let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

We had a baby. That was more or less expected, although the timing was awkward (and tilted, rather dramatically, toward the unexpected column). It was a fun first two months. However: everybody is well; everybody is sleep-deprived. That was more or less expected, too. And that really is the sum total of the past five months.

(The garden? What garden?)

I finished a bunch of knits. A cardigan, some small things. Having a baby is actually really great for stash-busting: it's hard for me to get to the yarn store, and shipping from WEBS is expensive, so I've been using stash. It's actually been kind of fun, except now I really have to evaluate: exactly how many hats/scarves/cowls do I need? (Answer: probably significantly less than what I've already got. It's a little bit of an addiction.)

ETA: I've been holding off on posting this until I could add a photo of the baby (because everybody loves a photo of the baby!). But Picasa is eluding me this morning, Pd is sleeping and thus cannot help, and the baby is, sadly yet understandably, not yet technologically ept. So you're just going to have to go without, sorry.