6 months

I did a whole video blog thing, then took it down. I grimace while talking, like a pug who's just been turned into a human.

Recap: babby is 6 months old. I made a pie to mark the half-occasion. Did you know you can fold shit into cool whip and freeze it and call it a pie? Yes, you can. Maybe you can scoop it out with a melon baller and put it in your coffee, too. 

So here is the child.

And here is knitting. With superwash wool.

I did an experiment and tried to kill my mother with it, and failed. So, hurray. Not allergic to superwash, just the stuff with sheep body oil on it.