The Skinny Knitter

Monday, November 07, 2005

It's me, the bean

You know, my mom whines all about me on here, but never lets me get a word in edgewise. So, seeing as she's currently guzzling an eggnog latte, I'll sneak on here and say what needs to be said.

She's knitting. That's about all the excitement she lets me in for when the workday is through. She sits in this chair all day at work, typing away (and MAN is that loud in here) and muttering words I'm sure I'm not supposed to hear yet. I just love it when she gets creative if something really goes wrong and I get to hear the really good ones. Like fu**erpants. Just wait till I'm one and repeat that one. I can't wait to see her face.

Back to the knitting. She's even knitting something for me, after finally finishing that darn sweater for my big brother. He just loves it and I get to hear all about how she's supposed to knit ONLY for him, but hey, I deserve some too, right?! So I sent her messages to get on it woman, and she's knitting up a alpaca/silk kimono, pants & booties. Except she sort of forgot how little I am in here. I mean come on!! When she held it up to my big brother and it fit his tummy I knew we were in trouble. I got to hear more cool words then. She remade it so it looks like it just might fit me, and she already finished the back. Way to go mom!! Looks like I'm well on my way to being a designer baby after all.

So, I've got another four months to hang out in here before I make my grand appearance. My mom unpacked all my big brothers baby clothes this weekend and oohhhed and aahhhed over them. Just think how cute they'll look when I'm in them! Now if only she'd make a little more room in here for me, I'm all squished up. And hey, mom. STOP POKING AT ME!! If I'm quiet for a bit that means I'm trying to catch some zzzzz's. Good grief lady, I can't keep up the wiggling act all day.

p.s. Stop whining about your boobs. I think they're cool.