Last year at school Mitchell decided he wanted to take the knitting classes they were offering (alot of boys in his class were in it). He tried it, he made half a scarf, and then decided he doesn't like knitting. Now I crochet, but I don't knit, so when he was coming to me for help, I had none to give. I looked up some knitting videos on youtube though and was able to help him muddle through well enough. But anyways, knitting wasn't for him. We had borrowed some knitting needles from a friend and she called looking to get them back (her boys had renewed interest in knitting). I looked up a binding off video on youtube and finished off that short scarf of Mitch's so I could give the needles back. While I was doing that though, Henry was watching me pretty intently.
"Mama, would you teach ME to knit?", he asked.
I told him he was too young, he protested, so I said FINE and showed him a basic stitch. Much to my surprise, he was actually pretty good at it! And he liked it! He makes alot of mistakes, but he makes alot of progress too. We've had some pretty nice moments this week sitting on the couch while I read and nurse the baby and he knits next to me in case he needs help (that's my book behind his head in the picture - "A Perfect Mess: The Hidden Benefits of Disorder" by Eric Abrahamson and David H. Freedman - an excellent read).
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